Under the light, it reflected brilliant rays.
His heart sank abruptly, as if a sharp knife was viciously stabbed into his heart.
The pain made him feel like his liver and guts were splitting.
"Don't cry...Isla, don't cry, I'll give you anything you want."
Even if it required his life, he would willingly offer it with both hands.
"Edward Benson," Linda slowly closed her eyes.
"I'm here." Edward Benson tried to hold her icy tiny hands, but she broke free again. He lowered his eyelids in disappointment, staring blankly at his empty palm.
Linda's mind was blank, her voice carried a hint of fragile sobbing, "I want to be alone for a while."
Edward Benson's throat was choked, his voice low and hoarse, "Okay, I'll leave right away."
