Deep frustration and regret intertwined within, Charles Seymour's face was as solemn as water, and he was completely enveloped by dark clouds.
He was in the center of a black hole, ready to devour all the light around him.
Sophie Wilson looked down, glanced at the caller ID, and then, with one hand, pressed the back of Charles Seymour's neck, gently lowering his head.
Charles Seymour was depressed to death, yet instinctively conformed to Sophie Wilson's strength and lowered his head, cooperating with her without questioning the reason.
Sophie Wilson stood on tiptoe, and Charles Seymour's thin lips warmed.
After giving Charles Seymour a peck, Sophie Wilson let go and answered the phone, "Hello..."
Charles Seymour's slender fingers lifted, and the rounded fingertips touched his slightly warm lips. A smile spread from the corners of his lips, dispersing the surrounding gloom with a thick sense of happiness and joy. Instantly, the clouds retreated, and the sky became clear.
