If you peeled off the sweet candy paper of memory and tasted its bitterness, then everything would be meaningless.
"I won't take any of your things, including those you bought for me," Irish replied indifferently in an aloof attitude and drew back her eyes from the white orchid screen.
Joseph looked even drearier with his hand clenching. "Those I bought for you all belong to you."
Irish shook her head after hearing that. She had too many things to take, and she didn't like to take anything of him since they had broken up.
Joseph said nothing.
Though she stood with her back facing him, it was easy for her to feel an unnamed pressure that made her feel suffocated. She could feel his faint, woody fragrance whenever he got closer to her. But it was like a rope that tied her tightly.
She hastily walked away from him, holding a box to collect those doohickeys in the living room. Everything had been packed
