Trenton Smith pushed the door open and entered the bedroom.
He opened Norris Moore's makeup box and placed the cufflinks she had given him last night inside.
Alongside them in the box was a lady's ring.
He looked down at the two small items.
These must be the last two things that Norris left for him.
Life is like a movie with a trajectory already set in stone; the ending was determined at the moment of his birth, and no matter how much he struggled, he could never escape the dictate of fate.
He slowly closed the makeup box, then walked over and leaned on the bed, lifting his hand to look at his right ring finger.
The silver platinum ring reflected a blurred halo of light.
The other half of the ring was empty.
In this lifetime, no one else would ever wear the matching ring because of him.
Trenton Smith was expressionless.
*
Norris Moore began to prepare for her return to Tung City.