“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…