Raymond walked past them and headed to the beach; it was late, so the beach was very cold.
He took out a stick of cigarettes and lit it. I still can't believe that he still let that woman mess with his mind.
He had stood there for up to an hour; surprisingly, his legs didn't become numb at all; all he did was smoke stick after stick of cigarettes.
"Mr. Xu, you smoke, you drink... What other bad habit do you have?" He chuckled whenever he remembered her question.
He had claimed to love him, claimed he was her family, but the day he needed her the most, she chose his enemies.
"Raymond," a familiar voice called from behind. She turned to find Grace, and he laughed. This must be his imagination. He has always imagined her showing up.
"Can we talk?" she asked, and he raised a brow. She wasn't an imagination... Grace was indeed here.