"Hello." Before she could finish her words, Karen was shocked by the person in front of her. She was speechless for a moment.
Ken was not alone. There was another tall man in a black suit.
The man stood before the large French window, with his hands behind his back, and his gentle eyes gently fell on Karen.
The two of them looked at each other quietly, and neither of them looked away.
Three years on, Karen had thought that it would not shock her when she meets this person again, but the reality was that it did shock her.
Seeing this face that she had been so familiar with before, all the bad memories flooded into her heart like a tidal wave, tearing away at her newly healed scar ruthlessly, and it was as if there was blood slowly flowing out of her heart.
