She never anticipated when or how she would end things with him, but in her heart, she was certain that this day was not too far away.
There was a world of difference between them, and between them lay countless obstacles they could never cross.
And she also knew that she wasn't that important to him, his kindness to her was merely a passing impulse.
People have fleeting enthusiasm, don't they? Sooner or later, he will meet someone who interests him more, someone who aligns with his desires.
"Sister Sophie, you don't need to deceive yourself anymore." Irene's face showed a hint of frustration. "Even though you say that, deep down you surely hope to be with him till the end, don't you?"
Be together till the end?
"Irene..."
"Sister Sophie, you should leave now. I'm a bit tired and want to rest." Without waiting for a reply, Irene lay down on the bed and pulled the quilt over her head.
