Valentine Teller took out her phone from her bag, wanting to send him a message. Her fingers trembled as she touched the keys.
After thinking for a long time, she realized that saying any more would be futile — just a few simple words were enough.
She didn't want to explain anything, nor did she want to cover up anything for herself.
[Turstin, let's break up!]
The message was finally sent. She felt an instant weakness and collapsed onto the sofa, staring blankly at her phone screen, imagining what expression he would have when he saw the message on the other end.
The reply came quickly, with only three words: [Why?]
She didn't want to explain, believing he could figure it out. In the end, there was only one answer.
Valentine Teller sat dazed for a long time. Footsteps came from outside the door, followed by knocking, and then a voice so familiar it couldn't be more familiar.
"Valentine Teller..."
