"Then goodbye, I'll take good care of Annie."
Annie Anne curved her lips, feeling as if she had exhausted all her strength to make this expression.
Suddenly, Annie Anne realized that she and Oliver Hudson seemed to have become two parallel lines.
No matter how much they extend or develop, there would never be a day when they intersect.
After all, with so much future ahead, why stay by each other's side in pain, torturing each other?
Without looking at Oliver Hudson again, Annie Anne feared her tears would fall in an instant.
Yet, her actions appeared as another kind of indifference in Oliver Hudson's eyes.
Oliver Hudson didn't want to hear such words.
Even if Annie Anne just called his name instead of saying goodbye, he would have embraced her without hesitation.
But now, she uttered those two cold words.
Oliver Hudson didn't speak again. He gave Annie Anne a deep look, then slowly moved his steps away.
However, his pace was slow, as if waiting for Annie Anne to speak.
