Matilda Jenkins listened to Nolan Morrison's heartbeat, staring at the face she was becoming familiar with, while her mind replayed images of Nathaniel York.
Nathaniel York, Nolan Morrison, these two faces flashed alternately in front of her as if interwoven by light and shadow.
Neither spoke for a long time, and Matilda Jenkins felt a bit sad.
What kind of secrets could be so significant that he wouldn't tell her?
Matilda Jenkins didn't think of herself as someone overly curious; in truth, it wasn't the secrets she cared about.
Rather, it was the fact that he was hiding them from her.
She had thought there was nothing left unsaid between them, but clearly, she had opened up completely, while he still held back.
Thinking of this, Matilda Jenkins felt a twinge of bitterness in her heart.
Matilda Jenkins lifted her hand to touch Nolan Morrison's face: "You'll always be here, right?"
