She brought the coffee over. He took it and sipped it lightly. Apart from the album, there were a few books o n the coffee table, all of which were about architecture. He picked them up with his fingertips, and there were traces drawn with a pen, which were red or blue, and there were standard beside them. She was very serious.
"You're studying?" Kingsley flipped through a few more pages. The taste of coffee was good.
"That's right. I'm a half idiot. If I don't learn, I'll lose face completely." Sherman twitched the corners of her mouth and thought of the report she made in the company.
The corners of his lips moved slightly. He sipped his coffee and flipped through the pages without saying anything else.
Sherman sat on the sofa, and her body twisted left and right. He did not make a sound, and she dare not to make a sound, allowing him to remain silent.
"This kind of study won't have much of effect. It's just a theory. You should learn it through practice. When you walk on the street, every building can be your research subject..." Kingsley raised his head and looked at her.
Smiling, Sherman felt that he was right, and she felt enlightened instantly. "Yes."
Putting the coffee cup on the coffee table, Kingsley raised his wrist, glanced at his watch, and got up. "I should leave."
She didn't ask him to stay. It was already 9:30 p.m., and she was really tired. She quickly stood up and told him, "It's raining heavily. Take care on the road."
Walking to the side of the elevator, Kingsley paused and said in a steady voice, "The photos are pretty good. H
Sherman was slightly stunned. He had already entered the elevator and left. She didn't send him downstairs. Standing in front of the window, she could clearly see him leaving.
Sitting back on the sofa, she flipped through the album. The photos in the album were of her, Grace, and Summer. She didn't have many friends, only the two of them. When she flipped back, she found that the last page was a wedding photo of Billy and her.
She remembered that she had torn them all. Why was one left here?
She looked at the photo in a daze. Then, she directly tore the whole photo from the album. There was no need to keep it.
She even tore the photos of herself and Billy into small pieces and threw them into the trash can.
She had completely cut off the relationship with Billy. When she left, she did not bring anything about Billy.
To this day, was her heart still in pain? It was painful. How could seven years of relationship be forgotten so easily?
However, that kind of pain was no longer heartwrenching pain, but the pain caused by the needle tip. It was much lighter and much more relaxed.
In the past, she always thought that without Billy, her life would be a mess. She would have no direction and have no goal. She would be missing out on the fun and lack motivation in her life.
At this point, she realized that without Billy, she could still lead a stable life and the life was not as bad as she imagined.
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