Charlotte had asked herself this question many times, even though his original intention wasn't to hurt her, she still felt unable to forgive.
She still remembered when Atlas held her heart, speaking softly, she could clearly feel her hand was so warm and so at ease in his palm, yet she would unhesitatingly withdraw it, unwilling to linger any longer.
What was she afraid of, she dared not even think deeply about it.
Rogers looked at Charlotte, this woman from the ancient East already had an aura of mystery and sorrow, and at this moment her eyes seemed to reflect countless unfamiliar times passing by, showing the transformation of seas, the rise and fall of clouds, and after all returned to calm, only a faint sadness remained.
She wasn't incapable of opening her heart, of forgiving, even of accepting, but she couldn't convince herself to do so, even she couldn't understand why.
