The layers of waves were crashing onto the beach, the pure sound of the ocean especially beautiful in the night, a light sea breeze lifted her skirt hem, and Riley Sully's gaze was fixed in the distance, but there was a sense of blocked-up discomfort in her heart.
Actually, she had long known, known that he wouldn't want to marry her without reason.
But why, upon knowing it was only because she shared a resemblance with another woman, did she feel inexplicably sad… sad to the point of wanting to cry...
Seeming to see the loneliness in her expression, Shane Winchester instinctively reached out his hand towards her, seemingly wanting to rest it on her shoulder.
Yet Riley Sully suddenly turned away, avoiding him casually, and smiled at him: "It's getting late, let's head back early."
When the words fell, without waiting for him to speak again, she had already gotten into the car.
Shane Winchester looked at his empty hand, a trace of self-mockery flickering through his gaze.
