“Hallie is such a devil. If I run into her, I’ll beat her to bits to get revenge for you.”

The words had barely left his mouth.

Someone lifted the thick curtain of the steamed bun shop.

A cold gust of wind swept past my injured right leg. There, Hallie stood before us.

A thick fog covered her face, then I suddenly remembered what she said when we parted.

Those words… they sounded like…