Durrell Landon closed his eyes, pinched the center of his brow, and said lightly, "And what about you? Haven't you chosen the hardest path as well?"
Charles Foote said nothing. Indeed, he also chose the path that shouldn't have been taken.
...
After Quiana Sutton returned to the apartment, she took a shower immediately. The poppy on her shoulder today was painted with red pigment, which wouldn't come off. She used body wash multiple times before finally cleaning off the pigment.
Although she wasn't a germaphobe, she couldn't accept having red pigment on her body.
Looking at her clean reflection in the mirror, she finally nodded in satisfaction.
She didn't bother to dry her hair, just grabbed a towel to quickly wipe it and walked out of the bathroom.
The moment she opened the door, her expression froze for an instant.
She saw a man sitting on the sofa not far away, a glass of water placed beside him, idly flipping through a book with an air of laziness about him.
