Coming down from the roller coaster, Cherish Turner felt dizzy and weak, with her feet on the ground as if they were on cotton. She took a step forward, and her whole body tilted forward. Luckily, someone caught her, allowing her to lean in. She weakly rested her head against him, no longer resisting.
Yet his demeanor showed no signs of discomfort, remaining as cool and composed as ever.
Why is it like this? Cherish felt both unwell and unwilling to accept.
William Griffith looked down at her pale face and admonished sternly, "You are not allowed to play this again."
In the future...is there a future? There is no future anymore!
William Griffith hugged her and walked towards a quiet flower bed, sitting down on a double chair. She sat on the chair, closed her eyes and caught her breath. He quietly walked away, she didn't mind, feeling a bitter taste churning in her stomach. After a while, he returned to her side, handing her a bottle of mineral water.