"You weren't very good to me before."
Philip Shaw's eyes flickered slightly as he lowered his head to look at her. The lazy, unhurried smile on his face seemed to fade a little, and his sharp, beautiful eyes fixed on her face. Being stared at like that made Aldana Candi feel a faint chill; she couldn't help asking, "What is it?"
Philip Shaw slowly let out a breath. The seriousness on his face gradually faded, and he went back to that casual, offhand look. He reached out, gently smoothing a loose lock of hair by her cheek, and said softly, "It's a pity I'm going to die. Otherwise, just for what you said just now, there's no way I would let you off that easily."
It's a pity I'm going to die.
Otherwise I wouldn't just let go like this.
Aldana Candi's lips pressed together lightly. She didn't say anything. Just then Angela Summer brought over the scarf and hat, and Aldana took them, helping him put them on.
