“Have you forgotten about Ryan?“ Carter asked with a smile.
Of course, Shirley had not forgotten. She had not stopped Carter when he said he wanted to kill Ryan.
It seemed that she had already been a murderer back then.
When he saw Shirley sitting there in a daze, Carter lifted his hand and softly touched Shirley’s face, which had gone cold from the wind. Her scar was so dazzling under the dim light.
“Everyone is fighting for the things they want in life. Back then, I had been so passionate and enthusiastic, but now, I realized I ‘m getting tired. “
Carter’s eyes became inexplicably gentle as he spoke.
“I believe you didn’t tell those people from St. Piaf about my location this time, am I right?“
Carter probed. However, ever since Shirley panicked and became scared that something would happen to him, he knew Shirley would no longer ask those people to get him.
When he saw Shirley looking at him silently, Carter lifted the corner of his lips. A gentle smile that had been long gone appeared on his handsome face again.
“Shirley, I don’t think we have much time left, and I can’t turn back now. Even if I did, we couldn’t go back to the way we were. So, we have to cherish the last hours tonight.“
Shirley could hear the decisiveness in Carter’s sentence.
At this moment, his eyes were gentle, but his gentleness and friendliness belied some strange emotions.
Shirley had never felt so anxious before. The corners of her eyes became wet, and unbeknownst to her, the person in front of her became blurry.
“Carter, you can still turn back, “ Shirley urged with a trembling voice.
“Impossible,“ Carter denied firmly. “I don’t want to run anymore, Shirley. I’m tired.“
He said he was tired.
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