Jensen's eyes narrowed with anguish.
His heart broke for her.
He couldn't help but feel remorse.
Deep down, he felt sorry for Alice.
If it weren't for him, she would have turned out to be an ordinary twenty-something girl, happily falling in love.
Even if she hadn't been in love, at least she would be yearning for it, but not exclaiming that she had given up on marriage.
And he was the culprit.
It was all because of that night.
Jensen knew that it had something to do with him. If he hadn't hurt Alice so deeply, she wouldn't be in pain for the past six years.
Perhaps for the past six years, Alice had been suffering in silence.
He was overwhelmed with emotions. After staring at her for a long time, he said, "Alice, I believe that where there's a will, there's a way."
Alice was puzzled. It seemed that she didn't get what Jensen meant.
Or, it was Jensen who didn't understand what she meant.