Vivian leaned on Tristan's shoulder, the two standing very close together.
Curtis's eyebrows involuntarily creased slightly, forming a shallow "川" character at his brow.
"You ate with Tristan, right?"
"Yes."
He really wanted to ask her what exactly her relationship was with that man.
But the last time, he spoke too harshly, hurting both her and himself.
That night, she silently hung up the phone.
He sat alone on the sofa for the entire night.
At this moment, he didn't dare to speak lightly again.
Afraid of hurting her once more, and even more afraid she'd never look back.
Just as he was thinking of changing the topic to hide his inner turmoil, his eyes suddenly caught a red mark on her neck.
He immediately reached out, somewhat urgently trying to steady her head.
"What happened here? Who did this?"
Vivian was silent for a moment, her eyelashes fluttering slightly.
