Andrew stopped smiling gradually and said casually, "Don't be so mean!"
Avery raised the corner of her mouth and sneered, saying earnestly, "Mr. Clifford, I am not afraid of being killed. You don't have to torture me. It is not good for both of us. Besides, try to be a mature man. Think about it when you are free."
"Yes, I will."
Avery would have believed Andrew would defend himself. She never expected that Andrew behaved well.
Avery suspected that Andrew had his considerations and kept something in his mind. Andrew looked very anxious.
He had been an arrogant and free young man, but now he became a silent and mature man.
Evan was not far away from Avery. He kicked a discarded empty can that was flying in the air, making a circle and finally fell onto the barren sand.
Avery knew Evan was impatient.
Seeing Evan was walking to her, Avery said, "Good Luck." And then she walked to Evan.
