"I know it's no use. What's lost can never be recovered. The past hurt, the past wounds, can never be erased." Tristan Grayson forced a bitter smile, his eyes filled with deep sorrow.
Mika Summers reached out to steady herself on the nearby sink, sneering, "Since you know all that, what else is there to say?"
"Mika, I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. If… if you still have even a shred, just a tiny shred of feeling for me, please, just trust me one last time, okay? I swear, I'll cherish you this time. I really will."
"No. Just no. Tristan Grayson, do you think I haven't been pathetic enough for you? Do you think I'm still the same girl who would throw herself at you like I used to?"
"…" Hearing her words, Tristan Grayson's lips curved into a smile—a desolate and lonely one.
'There's really no going back. It's impossible to fix things now. The woman she is today is no longer his Mika. How could she possibly still love him…'
'His Mika was really gone… gone for good…'
