chapter 260 Days in America

After Emily left, I sat in the coffee shop for a long time but did not eat the plate of pastries that Emily had not touched. The scar kept flashing intermittently in my mind, even though I had already believed that it was just an accident.

I finally drank the remaining coffee in the cup, and looked out the window in a daze again. In my daze, I longed to turn into a street lamp that was no longer lit, but I didn't care how sad this street lamp was, because it could no longer illuminate...