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It was already evening by the time Margaret returned to Far City after the meal.
The afterglow of sunset lingering on the horizon created shades of red and orange across the sky.
In the lonely rose garden, the flaming masses of red roses were so bright and cheerful, speaking of their love quietly.
The air conditioner was on in the glass room as well as the lights. The gentle light cast gentle gauze on the woman's delicate face.
The beautiful woman stayed quietly in the hazy light, full of questions.
After she came back, Julian turned away from her.
Then, Margaret hid here. She suddenly felt that they had no words for each other.
Could it be that their marriage was one of convenience, instead of love, so that they were possible to become strangers at any time?
Margaret sighed. When she looked up, she saw Julian get into the car. The car crossed the yard and drove out of the door.
"Where did he go? It's so late."
