Tears streamed down Norris Moore's face between his fingers, the glistening liquid like tiny shards of glass, fracturing the appearance in his pupils.
His gaze gradually became colder. The chilling wind made his fingers icy as he pinched Norris Moore's chin. He gazed down at her, his deep eyes bottomless, as if determined to peer intensely into the depths of her soul. "Norris Moore," his voice was cold too, even cruel and bloodthirsty. He questioned her, word by word, "Do you regret it?"
Norris Moore's pupils shrank for a moment, tear drops clinging to her lashes fell. She shook her head unconsciously, looking at the man's dark eyes. She said softly, "I haven't..."
She didn't know why she was so upset, maybe it was because she felt she had let her family down. But if she were to choose now, she would still only choose this man in her arms.
