Martina was still searching through her bag when she found the gift box she had prepared for her teacher. Inadvertently, she also took out a torn photo from her bag, which fell on the ground.
At that moment, Benjamin appeared, stepping on his high-end leather shoes, and his gaze gradually fell downwards. He happened to see the figure in the photo, and the chill around him became even stronger.
He saw who the two people in the photo were clearly. One of them was himself, and the other was apparently Martina. However, this photo that Martina had been particularly fond of had been torn in half, separating the two of them.
It was as if a bridgeless chasm had been drawn between the two, leaving them in a state of parallel lines, able to see each other but unable to touch.
Benjamin struggled to find the right words to describe his current emotions. All he knew was that he yearned to take this woman out and ask her everything he wanted to know.
Why did she do this?