Chapter 31
After walking for just over ten minutes, her heels were burning with pain from chafing.
She sat down in the roadside grass, took off her shoes, and under the streetlights, she saw that the skin on the back of both heels was worn off.
No wonder she felt pain with every step earlier.
She reached out to rub her sore heels, took out a prepared band-aid from her bag, but before she could put it on, tears splashed down her face.
In this remote and unfamiliar place, at this moment, apart from her, there wasn’t even a ghost in sight.
The surrounding silence was intimidating.
Suddenly her eyes were dazzled by car lights, and next she heard a stranger’s voice, “Miss, do you need help p>
The man’s voice was very kind, appearing at this moment like rain in drought.
Scarlett Yates was anxious about not finding a car back to school, upon hearing, she excitedly looked up p>
“Ah! Ah! A ghost p>
The car light was on inside; the window rolled down halfway, revealing the terrified face of the man inside.
He seemed deeply frightened, his face unnaturally pale, eyes wide open, his mouth slightly agape.
“Sir, I p>
Before Scarlett could finish speaking, the stranger hastily closed the window, started the car, and left, disappearing in an instant.
Scarlett stood there in shock, a bit confused.
Thinking of his ghost-like expression upon seeing her, she frowned and took out a mirror from her bag.
Opening it for a look, even she was startled by the reflection!
The woman in the mirror had disheveled hair, a ghastly complexion, dark circles around her eyes, blood on her bitten lips, and the dim yellow light on her pale face made her lips appear blood-red, like a vampire just emerging from a cemetery p>
A gust of wind blew, her messy hair brushed against her face, covering most of her features, leaving only a pair of eyes with black tears.
She saw a pathetic and laughable clown.
Scarlett stared at the mirror for a long, long time, her body slowly going weak, sinking down onto the ground.
She felt she would never forget this night for the rest of her life.
Her body was limp, all her strength seemed drained, she crouched by the roadside, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, raised her head and stared dully at the moths beneath the streetlight.
One, two… circling around in the light and shadows, seemingly never tired, just to chase the light.
As she watched, a mocking yet sorrowful smile appeared on her lips; on reflection, she wondered how she differed from these moths?
From the first glance at Henry Dales, her gaze could never leave him.
He was like a light, first occupying her sight, then occupying her heart.
Even knowing there could never be any outcome between them, she couldn’t control her feelings, bit by bit letting her heart completely fall.
Her actions were undoubtedly like a moth into the flame, courting death.
But she didn’t regret it, never regretted it, even if it was her unilateral devotion, so what, there’s nothing wrong with liking someone, and it doesn’t distinguish between high or low.
Her eyes blurred once more p>
“Miss, are you okay?” a gentle voice sounded above her.
Scarlett doubted she heard correctly, remaining in her seated posture without moving.
“Miss?” In the quiet of the night, the gentle voice rang again, slightly louder.
Huh, not auditory