Phoebe Faulkner understood Jace Lennox's last words before he left. As she watched his retreating figure, a strange, indescribable feeling stirred within her.
Phoebe Faulkner sat alone on the beach, gazing at the boundless sea for the entire afternoon. She only retracted her gaze when the setting sun had dyed the sky red and vanished over the horizon. 'It's all in the past now,' she thought. 'There's still a long life ahead.'
"Excuse me, are you Miss Faulkner?" Hearing a voice behind her, Phoebe Faulkner turned around to see a young man dressed as a hotel manager standing there. "I am. And you are…?"
Upon hearing her question, the young man smiled. "Hello, Miss Faulkner. I'm the manager of this hotel, my surname is Chen. My boss had a last-minute matter to attend to, so he specifically instructed me to take care of your meals and accommodations. May I ask what you would like for dinner?"
'Jace Lennox had to leave on urgent business? He really does seem busy.'
