“Have you forgotten about Ryan?” Carter asked with a smile.

Of course, Shirley had not forgotten. She had not stopped Carter when he said he wanted to kill Ryan.

It seemed that she had already been a murderer back then.

When he saw Shirley sitting there in a daze, Carter lifted his hand and softly touched Shirley’s face, which had gone cold from the wind. Her scar was so dazzling under the dim light.

“Everyone is fighting for the things they want in life. Back then, I had been so passionate and enthusiastic, but now, I realized I’m getting tired.” Carter’s eyes became inexplicably gentle as he spoke.

“I believe you didn’t tell those people from St. Piaf about my location this time, am I right?”

Carter probed. However, ever since Shirley panicked and became scared that something would happen to him, he knew Shirley would no longer ask those people to get him.

When he saw Shirley looking at him silently, Carter lifted the corner of his lips. A gentle smile that had been long gone