Chapter 1017: There are four or five missed calls above
Later, she never had the chance to know that he had known all along about the thousand paper cranes she had made for him. He had just never told her, all to see her stealthy joy and playful manner.
Old Master Lawrence's steely eyes suddenly softened.
It was as if the stubborn ice within had shattered, abruptly freeing him from his reminiscence. In that instant, a face normally so dignified it bordered on harsh, betrayed a deeply human expression of regret and fatigue.
When he looked at Enna Clark again, the coldness present upon his entry had dissipated, his gaze growing complex.
He didn't disturb the person who was still blissfully unaware of his presence, continuously folding paper cranes, his thoughts tinged with nostalgia, affection, and... regret.
He stood silently for over ten minutes, then suddenly pressed his lips into a thin line and turned to leave.