Sharry Vaux smiled at herself in the mirror, a perfectly beautiful smile that was sweet enough to reach the depths of one's heart.
In contrast to Sharry Vaux's enthusiastic mood, Mark Reed was as cold as ice.
"I'm busy outside right now, no time." He refused with no mercy.
"Huh?" The smile on Sharry Vaux's face completely collapsed.
Her nose tingled, and a mist formed in her sad eyes, blurring them, making it unclear what kind of expression she had in the mirror.
"If there's nothing else, I'll hang up."
Mark Reed looked back at the people in the car, eager to return to her side, but he couldn't hang up the phone immediately. Out of courtesy, he should wait for Sharry Vaux to hang up first.
On the other end of the line, Sharry Vaux, unaware of Mark Reed's anxiety, remained silent for a long time before she sighed softly, "I woke up feeling a tightness in my chest this morning, my head hurts too. I swear I'll never drink again, it's awful."
