Taking a deep breath again, Titus Zane's smile at the corner of her lips became even more resplendent. Meeting Nathan Moore's eyes, clearly struggling to contain something, she said, "Abroad, every night I would go to nightclubs, seeking excitement, but unfortunately,"
At this point, she paused, shrugged her shoulders, and said with forced ease, "I never got what I wished for."
"Nathan, let's not meet again in the future."
In such a short time, Titus Zane had said the same thing three times, as if to emphasize it, but also as a resolution for herself.
"Take good care of Lily."
Nathan Moore's lips were pressed into a thin line, his gaze filled with an emotion all too familiar to Titus Zane, because three years ago, she often saw it.
It was an extremely gloomy anger.
Titus Zane, pressing her lips together, said.
"Goodbye, never to see each other again."
Having said that, she walked past Nathan Moore towards the bus station.
