The name Ryder became a topic that the two of them tacitly agreed not to mention. Ruby stood outside the door, looking at the two people in the ward, covering her mouth and shaking her shoulders.
At the end of the corridor was a staircase. Narcissus leaned on the handrail of the stairs. His tall body stood tall and almost blocked the already weak light from the sky.
He lowered his head, only his lips that kept spitting out smoke were exposed in the light, and the rest of his expression was covered by shadows or forehead hair. The cigarette was still burning at the fingertips, flickering.
Yesterday's self-torture trick worked. The heart was real, but it was also blessed with superb acting skills.
He understood the overreaction of a little girl after being shocked, but if he hadn't sacri
