"And now you smell Alice's perfume on my suit jacket, so you think my feelings for her are unusual."
Rebecca Quentin nodded vigorously.
Howard Geoffrey pulled Rebecca Quentin back onto his lap, his face pressed against her tear-soaked, cold cheek, tightly holding her hand, his low, hoarse voice filled with self-blame, "I should have told you earlier."
Rebecca Quentin leaned against Howard Geoffrey's chest, staring intently at him.
Howard Geoffrey kissed Rebecca Quentin's tear-stained eyelashes and gently coaxed, "Don't cry... I'll explain the whole situation as long as you stop crying."
Rebecca Quentin bit her lip and nodded.
Only after wiping away all the traces of tears from Rebecca Quentin's face did Howard Geoffrey speak, "I know deep down you've always cared about the 'sincere' words I once said to Alice in Y City, and I also know you never asked me about her because you're too eager to be with me and afraid to ask that question..."
