"Thank you."
Terrence nodded, his words full of respect for Christina.
When they were almost at a dead end, Christina gave them a glimmer of hope.
Terrence could not forget such kindness.
After a short sob, Christina gradually sorted out her emotions.
"Sorry, I lost my composure."
She wiped her tears clean.
Christina always paid attention to her composure. In front of others, she always had a cold expression.
She got up and walked to the end of the corridor. When she reached the garden, she took out a cigarette from her bag.
"Do you have a lighter?" Christina asked calmly.
"No." Terrence's voice was cold. "I don't smoke."
"Oh, forget it."
Christina casually said it and threw the cigarette into the trash can.