Queenie looked at Jarvis with teary eyes. He threatened her many times. Anyway, she had no strength to fight back. Anyway, she didn't want to bother. She smiled at Jarvis and said, "Mr. Yates, my life is yours."
However, whenever she wore this hypocritical and flattering smiley face to Jarvis, he would be irritated to the extreme by her resistance.
Jarvis didn't speak. For a long time, he put out the cigarette. His finger wiped Queenie's lips hard. Although his voice was light, his words were extremely insulting. "Sometimes I really want to turn your smile into crying."
Queenie shivered but didn't resist. She looked straight into Jarvis' eyes.
Jarvis didn't speak, but sneered. Loosening Queenie, he looked out of the window.
Late autumn is approaching, winter is about to come, the weather will be cold. There are many pedestrians on the streets.
Queenie is thinking, this period of imprisonment...when will it be the end?
...
In the second month of Sonia's hospitalization, Dixon often come back in the middle of the night, occasionally going through wind and rain, and meet Sonia who can't sleep in the middle of the night. The wound on her body has healed, and Victor often comforted her, saying that when she's free, she would tattoo a pair of wings on her back to cover the scar.
Sonia has also seen the row of English characters on her waist, but because the fonts are too complicated, she can't see what the typesetting is, and she can only suppress her doubts, thinking that maybe this is the pattern she tattooed when she was fond of non-mainstream culture,
That night, when Dixon came back, it was raining heavily outside, and his shoulders were slightly wet. Sonia was practicing cooking. Later, when she saw Dixon coming at late night, she was a little embarrassed. "Mr. Borris, every time you come from the neighboring city..."
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