A proper Spring Festival, not even over yet, was disbanded early.
Elise Don had never seen Oliver Bloom lose his temper so much, especially in a direct confrontation with Nathan Perry. The overwhelming shock made her own pain and embarrassment seem insignificant.
Oliver Bloom's eyes were icy cold, and Elise Don sat in the car, slowly leaning closer to him, but didn't know what to say.
These past days, there was occasional snow. Everywhere on West Hill was speckled with white. At sunset, the sun had already fallen behind the mountains, leaving only a touch of gold on the snow-capped peaks, standing against the deep blue sky.
Oliver Bloom kept staring there, his profile stern, lost in thought.
Elise Don dared not speak, looking down and absentmindedly smoothing the edge of her cashmere coat, then noticed Oliver Bloom still clutching the USB stick tightly.
Elise Don sighed silently, feeling that saying anything now seemed inappropriate.
