Cynthia stood there, squinting her eyes at the car for a long time, but she didn't take a single step forward. She didn't know how to face this man anymore.
Before she passed out, his cruel words whispered in her ear had plunged her into despair. And just now, his indifference, his choice to stand by and do nothing, pushed her heart further into the abyss. She no longer held any expectations for this man.
She admitted that the peaceful days they shared during the New Year had given her a fleeting illusion of wanting to rely on him, but now it was clear—that was nothing but an illusion.
It wasn't until the car window, dark and bottomless like an abyss, slowly rolled down, revealing his detached face, that she was forced to move her feet toward the car.