Avery Jane sat on the sofa, watching the news, and the clarity in her eyes slowly began to rise with a hint of mist. She took a deep breath, not wanting the tears to fall. Isn't this supposed to be a happy occasion?
"Sister, this is truly karma. Although it took twenty years, at last, the revenge has been achieved." Eliza Bell looked at Avery Jane, two lines of clear tears slowly gliding down her cheek like white jade. Time seemed to freeze like this, lingering on her tear-stained face. Even pear blossoms in the rain might not be as beautiful as this; Joshua Hughes kneeling at her feet seems no longer a strange occurrence.
He did so much; what does he want to give her?
