Chapter 19
Three seconds, five seconds, ten seconds…
Before she hung up, she seemed to hear a very soft “I’m sorry.”
Three months later, there was a charity gala for legal aid.
When
Priscilla took the stage as the speaker, the lights swept over the last row.
Angelo stood in the shadows, leaning on a cane, with an empty suit hanging on him.
Her speech never stuttered once.
“Real law is not a game for the elite, but the last straw for the weak.”
In the applause, the waiter handed me a folded napkin. When I unfolded it, I saw the familier handwriting
“You’re right”
No signature.
After the dinner party, that figure also disappeared without a trace
Priscilla ran into a typhoon when she was preparing to return, and her flight had to make an emergency landing in Usburg.
As if by magic, she had the driver pull up outside Angelo’s apartment building.
In the mechanical swing of the wipers, she saw a blurry shadow on the balcony, it was a withered white chrysanthemum.
She stared at the window for a long time, then finally looked away.
