"Sorry, sorry..."
Valentine Teller hung her head, stuck out her tongue, and silently cursed herself for being so careless.
She bent down to pick up her glasses, but a hand was just a second quicker than her, picking up the glasses and handing them to her.
"Be careful."
The cold voice was like thunder in her ears, and Valentine's hand holding the glasses stiffened.
She froze for a second, then hurriedly put the glasses on her face, not daring to lift her head.
Watching the black shoes taking the steps in front, Valentine then raised her head to look.
Seeing the matching silhouettes of the pair, she exhaled a long sigh.
She sniffed the air as if catching a faint scent of Cologne, a distant memory like a forest.
Even at such close proximity, he didn't recognize her, and Valentine didn't know whether to be happy or sad.
He had forgotten her.
