Maisy looked at the photo in her hand, her heart full of doubts. Out of the blue, she put the photo in her pocket.
"Have you finished, little girl?" Jay saw Maisy had not come yet, so he knocked on the door and asked.
Maisy looked at herself in the mirror. The man's shirt made her eye-catching, but she had no other choice now. She opened the door and walked out with a hint of embarrassment on her face.
Jay looked at the woman in front of him. His mind was filled with memories of when they first met. At that time, Maisy was also wearing his shirt. Her expression was shy and bashful. Jay could not help but be a little absent-minded. He felt wronged and bitter, the current Maisy was no longer the same as before.
Seeing that Jay had not spoken for a long time, Maisy called out to him somewhat helplessly, "Jay?"
Jay came back to his senses, and there was an unspeakable grievance in his eyes.