Norris Moore was slightly stunned when asked this way.
After a while, she lowered her head and chuckled bitterly, "I think, right now… he probably doesn't want to see me."
"What are you talking about?"
Norris Moore still kept her head down, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the cup, her lips spreading into a helpless smile. She shook her head and spoke softly, "I think it's better not to see him."
Tilly Flower furrowed her brow slightly, reached out to hold Norris Moore's fingers, her gaze carrying a bit of complexity, and asked, "Tell me honestly—are you regretting it?"
Norris Moore raised her head to look at her.
