Taking Out the Trash

At this time, Regan was driving the car aimlessly in the city. He didn't even bandage his wounds—not because he couldn't, but because of the pain and anger in his heart that he didn't feel like treating his wounds. After the car ran out of fuel, Regan simply got out of the car and walked on the street. Just then, he heard a voice shouting "Sugar-coated haws" from an alley afar. Instantly, Regan stopped in his tracks. He always knew that Hazel liked to eat sugar-coated haws. Moreover, the candy tasted sweet and sour, which was perfect for the current Hazel. Sometimes, a person's rationality and emotion would often clash especially when said person was thinking about someone important to him. And so, he would be willing to do anything for that significant one. With an expressionless face and calm eyes, Regan walked towards the alley to reach the stall that sold sugar-coated haws. In truth, he had been to that stall with Hazel before. At that time, she enjoyed the candy happily. When Rega