C78 The Wedding Had Started but the Groom Was Not Him

Rosa leaned against the back of the chair and looked up at the pitch-black night sky. "I don't know. Feelings are feelings. How can we accurately distinguish them?"

Ten years. How many days and nights had passed!

Every time she thought back to the past, she felt melancholic and confused.

There were too many uncertainties between her and Lamont.

Her identity, position