She just looked away. His fingertip skimmed over her lips, and thus the familiar scent of wood fluttered by. She walked backward away from him and asked, "It's time to go back to New York. When will we leave?"
At last, she asked her last question.
"Is this your last question?" Joseph felt a little confused, and soon he felt unsatisfied.
Irish didn't look at him, so she didn't know how serious he was being now. She just said lightly, "Maybe."
"The day after tomorrow."
She nodded without saying anything and turned to her bedroom.
Against the dim light, she looked extremely tiny, as if she was about to be swallowed by night. Joseph frowned and said as she was about to enter the room, "If I could have chosen again, I would still do it."
Irish stopped suddenly and didn't turn around.
