Mary Wickes hurriedly chased after him, the first time she had seen their hearts so distant, all seemingly because of that girl's appearance...Demi Moore bought a lot of food, carrying big and small bags, but someone pushed it open from the inside before she could reach the doorknob. Then, a pair of hands replaced her and took everything from her."Ace..."Her gaze lifted, and the weight on her hands completely vanished, a feeling of true comfort."You're very clever, aren't you?" Ace raised the food in his hands, his eyes flickering brightly.Clever? Demi Moore didn't understand, looking at him."Demi, you silly girl!" Ace walked in, his beautiful lips curving up like a child's. "I heard Demi's footsteps, so I knew Demi had returned." He turned around, pointing at his face. "Demi, did you think I'm clever?"Demi Moore chuckled softly. Clever, indeed, she was brilliant. She praised him silently, causing Ace to curve his lips with satisfaction. Of course, he was brilliant, to begin wi
But as he reached out, it seemed he couldn't grasp anything.He aimlessly wanted to hold onto something until he could firmly grasp something warm, he felt a little more grounded, and his breathing became stable again. Opening his eyes, a drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He looked out the window and saw that the sunlight had advanced significantly, and the curtains had been drawn. He woke up a bit late today.Clasping his hand tightly, he discovered that he was holding a small needle, and he also noticed Demi Moore's intense gaze directed at him."I was dreaming, huh..." He suddenly smiled, feeling a bit embarrassed. Demi Moore nodded gently, lightly patting the back of Ace's hand. Ace sat up, still holding onto her hand tightly as if she were his lifeline. The dream felt real; did it contain something about the lost memories?He wanted to know, but he was afraid to find out."What did you dream about?" Demi Moore wrote in the palm of his hand. Looking straight into his ey
She narrowed her eyes with a hint of bitterness, tilting her head upwards, wanting the wind to dry the moisture in the air. She had to stay strong!Meanwhile, Ace's expression grew increasingly gloomy, gradually losing its brightness in his eyes. If there was a mirror here, he could see that he and the man in his dream were strikingly similar, with eyes that were elevated and solely focused on himself.But the people around had no idea they had turned a simple man into someone cold and ruthless. The dormant demon within him had begun to mature, slowly manifesting inexplicably, replacing the man named Ace."Hey, does anyone here know anything?" Another voice transmitted, seemingly aware of some hot information. Living in this neighborhood, boredom led to gossip. Suddenly, a single woman appeared in the man's house, an extraordinary mixed-race individual naturally attracting attention.Demi Moore didn't know that others had observed her and Ace for a long time."What do you not know?" E
"No, there isn't." Ace blinked his eyes lightly. "I'm just afraid of Demi getting angry." It took him half a day to utter a few words. If he hadn't lost his composure, Demi wouldn't have had to apologize to that person and wouldn't have been bullied by them. So, it was all his fault.Demi Moore stopped and looked thoughtfully at Ace's somewhat absent-minded face, a warm glimmer in her eyes."That's not Ace's fault," Demi Moore wrote on his hand. "Demi can't speak, she didn't say anything wrong, and Demi will never get angry at Ace.""Is that so? Then let's pinky promise on it; lying means we have to be puppies." Only now did Ace relax and smile, waving his little finger before her.Demi Moore hesitated momentarily at his childlike gesture, reluctantly responding by extending her hand. Their fingers intertwined; could it be considered a lifelong promise?A gentle breeze occasionally blew by as they continued walking hand in hand. They weren't lovers; for someone whose mind wasn't entir
"A..." He only smiled, the scar on his face twisted, emitting a more sinister aura. "Little mute, you are a beggar." He mockingly glanced at the handful of loose change in her hand. A mute girl with an idiot, anyone with half a brain could tell they were destitute, especially when looking at the pair of worn-out jeans she wore with frayed hems. Did they have money? Only a fool would believe that.Demi Moore tightened her grip on her hand, feeling more anxious. He didn't want money, so what did he want?The man said nothing, just stared at them, silently contemplating. The cold, malicious gaze in the fool's eyes was not wrong.The scarred man grew somewhat bored after a while. It was indeed beneath him to deal with a pair like them, but he had no choice.Slowly, he drew out a wooden staff about 30 cm long. Usually, when he "educated" others, he used an iron rod. Today, he was being entirely merciful with them already, or else that fool would become even more foolish later. As for Demi M
A resounding thud and the wooden staff in the hands of the other man finally struck down, causing his instinctive body to step back. Until now, he had never encountered such a gaze. It was terrifying, almost unintentionally cold and ruthless.Ace stood up, but a small, icy hand tightly gripped his hand, devoid of warmth, chilling his heart. "Ace, there's no need..." Demi Moore pursed her lips, silently pleading. The name "Ace" just now seemed like an illusion to him. He had never heard an incredible voice, but perhaps he would never listen to it again.Ace clenched his lips tightly, his eyes fixed straight on the man, but in the end, he immediately sat back down, embracing Demi Moore tightly. Drops of blood from her mouth stained his clothes, the clothes she had worn solemnly to honor him, his favorite clothes."Why fear? There's nothing to fear." The scarred man tilted his head, spitting out a wad of phlegm, accomplishing his purpose. They could leave now. He walked toward the man wh
Ace followed the doctor's directions, still uncertain about what to do. When he arrived, he looked up and saw a sign that read 'Fee Collection.' He glanced at it for half a day, finally deciding to follow what others were doing, and stood in line."Excuse me, what procedure do you want to do?" The nurse asked him gently.Ace nodded."May I know who the patient is?""Demi Moore." Ace looked at her, jotting down notes, not knowing what to write. Anyway, he would answer whatever she asked, keeping it simple with three words and then pursing his lips, his expression cold."Please wait a moment." The nurse quickly wrote down a series of numbers. Ace blinked lightly, not understanding, waiting for her to explain again."Total payment needs to be made here. You go to the fee collection counter to pay with a card or cash; it's up to you." She remained patient. Whoever said he was handsome like this might have exploded in anger long ago if he behaved rudely. He should know that she had reached
Passing by, his and her past finally faded away.Indeed, Tom Hulce and Mary Wickes were selecting engagement rings. She couldn't deny that they were indeed a perfect match. Perhaps the other girl was more suitable to be his wife than she was. In truth, she no longer held any resentment, not towards him or towards that girl. A marriage without love would eventually crumble. She should have realized this sooner—what doesn't belong to you can never indeed be yours, including that unborn child.She turned around in the wind, a faint smile of indifference on her lips. Step by step, she walked away without hesitation, determined to distance herself from his world."What's wrong, Tom? What are you looking at?" Mary Wickes turned back, casting a curious gaze at Tom Hulce. His eyes were fixated outside the window, lost in a distant and extraordinary sorrow. Even when she called his name a few times in English, he didn't hear it."Nothing," Tom Hulce turned around, looking at Mary Wickes' beaut