Lucy Ansley smiled particularly brightly, one of her rare toothy grins, her brows and eyes curved, purely cheerful.
Not only did she drink too much, but she also had a memory lapse.
In a daze, she returned to the most carefree times of the past.
Henry Ronan gazed at the joyful Lucy Ansley, through her smiling face, vaguely imagining what a vibrant person she used to be.
The man felt a slight flutter in his heart, his eyes lingering on her face.
When she smiled, she was always serene and calm, yet hid a hint of melancholy.
When she showed her teeth, her whole persona became lively, embodying the youthful brightness and grace of a young girl.
If not for the drunkenness, Henry Ronan would not have had the chance to see this side of Lucy Ansley until now.
Seeing him not speaking for a while, nor feeding her, Lucy Ansley tilted her head and asked, "Do you want more?"
Henry Ronan closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and continued to feed her spoon by spoon.
