Iris Harris looked at her fingertips in a daze, she had been thinking less and less about Brandan Hyde lately.
Her body slowly began to feel fatigued, she didn't have much strength to walk, and when death is within reach, a person doesn't have the mind to think about other things.
The emotions that had struggled, torn her apart, been hated, and been loved, were like the ashes left after a great fire, leaving only wisps of smoke that eventually dissipate.
She was just waiting to die.
Iris Harris thought her heart was calm like still water, yet at this moment, sensing Brandan Hyde's tears, her serene heart couldn't help but ripple slightly.
Perhaps she had never seen Brandan Hyde like this before.
This man, always so aloof and cold-hearted, trampling on others' sincerity casually, how could he possibly cry?
Yet, he did cry.
What had happened?
