Chapter 43

Someone bent over and opened the door for her. Isobel got in with an indescribable cold and reserved posture. Lewis stood still and watched the door close. He suddenly realized that he had never known this woman. For the whole six years, his memory of her seemed to still stay in the summer six years ago. The girl in blue school uniform, with a high ponytail and a pile of exercise books in her hands, smiled at him. At that moment, his heart was as beautiful as the beginning of a spring snow melting. Later, her memory was blurred. Sylvia had an accident, and the West family had been changed. She had gone abroad. It seemed that she had never smiled at him again. Those gentle and charming voices were gradually replaced by cold and quiet voices. Like a piece of ice that hasn't melted for a thousand years, you have no idea what she is thinking, nor do you know how to melt it. You seem to be very close to her, but you know, you are far away. It's so far away that you can