When Faye Townsend left the old mansion, only the streetlights along the mountain road were there to greet her.
She knew very well that at this time, it was impossible to catch a taxi in this place.
She took off her high heels, holding them in her hand as she walked forward, not even aware of the determination in her own eyes.
What right did a man like Hunter Warren have to discuss love with her?
She had loved him, but what had she gotten in return? A heart full of pain.
For the rest of her life, she would never have the ability to love anyone else again.
On the dimly lit road, her tears finally fell like broken beads.
As she walked, she wiped away the disobedient tears.
In the end, she simply sat by the roadside and cried her heart out.
She could no longer suppress it; she could no longer fight against the sorrow in her heart.
All these years, what was it for, what was it worth?
She used to live so much like a fool.
