Archer Quinn left the cafe and walked alone on the street.
The streetlights shone through the branches and leaves onto the road, casting a mottled shadow, just like his current mood.
He finally met a girl who stirred his heart, but she already had someone else in her heart.
Is this a joke played by fate?
Archer Quinn chuckled self-mockingly, suddenly feeling a bit empty inside, wanting to fill it with something.
"Let's have a drink," he whispered, hailed a taxi, and said after getting in, "Take me to the nearest bar."
Meanwhile, Bella Acker hung up the phone, hesitating for a moment as she said, "Damian, I'm leaving now."
Damian Sinclair reached back for the Wintergreen Flower from the back seat and took out a gift box from his pocket, tossing them into her lap, saying, "Take your things with you."
Bella Acker caught the Wintergreen Flower and the gift box, her body stiffening as she turned to look at him in astonishment, "Damian, you..."
