But in the end, what she got in return was the undisguised disappointment and determination in her eyes.
Vivian Sinclair looked straight at him, her voice soft, yet like ice crashing to the ground, crisp and piercing: "From today onwards, I can't see you the same way I did before. I'm no longer the little girl who needs your protection, and you're not the only person I can depend on. Let's... be strangers."
After she spoke, she took out her phone, her fingertips trembling slightly, yet her actions were resolute, deleting contacts one by one, blocking numbers, photos, chat records, voice messages, everything completely erased without leaving a trace.
Every time she pressed the delete key, it felt like a piece of her heart was being carved out, but she knew that only this way could she truly sever the last shred of attachment.
