"Sonia."
When the man called her, it was crisp and neat, just like the wind passing by and gone quickly. Sonia smiled with teary eyes, "Mr. Borris."
She finally had the courage to face him.
When Dixon came forward, Sonia retreated, and the two confronted each other. She said, "If you go forward, you will get too close."
Dixon stood not far from her, and the man smiled meaningfully. "We have been closer."
"But I forgot."
Sonia quietly parried his approach. When the woman smile, they seemed to be reminded of the days when they were still innocent children. At first glance, it seemed that time went back to their first glimpse.
But she said, "What's the matter?"
She was so strange and alienated.
Dixon, holding the fingers of the glass tightened, as if clenching the throat of Sonia.
It took a long time for a man to utter a few syllables from his throat. "Sonia, you have changed."
Yeah, I've changed.
If I don't change, I will die.
Sonia laughs bitterly, just like dancing on the tip of a knife. Even if it will be destroyed in the next second, she will accept it according to the order. "I should thank you."
Only four words were like sharp swords gouging out his heart. Dixon frowned, and he slowly said in a tone that Sonia could not understand, "Do you hate me?"
Sonia seemed to hear a big joke, chuckling out loud.
After a long time, she shook her head. She said, "Dixon, now you are talking about hatred. You don't deserve asking me this."
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