Slightly pink, but smooth and clean, no sign left behind.
Luther walked in holding shopping bags, his face wearing that once-gentle smile.
He set the brand-marked bags aside and reached out toward my cheek.
"Vera, Faye crossed the line today."
"I bought you a fresh necklace. Don’t bother fighting her, okay?"
The surgeons had already gone; only a few guards stayed.
Luther noticed nothing strange.
He smiled while opening the jewelry case; the stones shone brightly. "I swear she won’t pull nonsense again."
When he said Faye’s name, even he didn’t hear the softness in his tone.
Quietly, I stared at him.
The Luther standing here wore a watch priced in tens of millions.
The shirts, once worn thin, now had pearl-like buttons.
Even the light gardenia smell on him matched the scent in Faye’s hair.
Seeing the upscale air settled around him now, I suddenly recalled that Winter Solstice when he was eighteen.
He stood under snow, the cuff of his padded coat leaking cotton, yet he hid the roasted sweet potatoes inside his jacket to keep them hot.
"Vera?"
Seeing that I stayed quiet, he moved one step nearer.
The gardenia smell became thicker.
Faye suddenly dashed out, stumbling as she fell into Luther’s arms.