In the middle of the night, Wanda was awakened by a knock on the door. She quickly put on a coat and got up. "Who is it?"
"It's me."
It was the voice of Tristin. It seemed that he was a little drunk. As soon as Wanda opened the door, Tristin fell over. She quickly reached out and helped him to the sofa. The smell of alcohol made her frown. "Why are you so drunk?"
Tristin grinned and said, "Today... Uh... My father called me and said I did a good job this time... That... That resort has been built for almost two months, and everything goes smoothly. But do you know that? I'm thirty years old. This time, it's... It's the first time my father praised me."
Tristin covered his eyes with his hands and said in a weird voice, "I... I'm really happy... You don't know how my mother and I are treated in our family. She has been bullied by those two women all day long. Why? My mother is the real Mrs. Murong, but everyone outside is eager to f
thout his noticing, Wanda held her hands tightly in her sleeves.
Her heart was so painful that she was about to suffocate. At this time, she was suddenly held in the arms of Quincy. He held her very tightly and did nothing else.
After a long time, he loosened his grip on Wanda and lowered his head, without looking straight into her eyes. He smiled bitterly and said, "You're right. Now I don't even feel like I'm holding you anymore. Forget about everything? Well, let's forget each other. Maybe I was thinking too much. I'm sorry to bother you."
As soon as Quincy opened the door and walked out, a gust of cold wind blew in with his departure, messing up Wanda's hair. Her hair pierced into her eyes, and she could no longer control her tears.
"I am sorry," she whispered three words in the cold air.
'Quincy, I won't let anyone hurt you. I've never changed. The only change is that I don't listen to you anymore and hurt your heart.'