Chapter 138

The next day, I arrived at the restaurant as scheduled to meet Helen. She was already there, waiting at the table. Her hand propped up her face, and she gazed listlessly out the window. Her long, dark hair hung behind her. Its once-vibrant blue color had faded, now looking dull and lifeless. The spark that used to shine in her eyes was now gone as well, and what was left on her face was a deep frown. Seeing her like this made me remember the carefree, confident woman who used to ride a motorcycle and live boldly. It felt like a dream. She had suffered her entire life but couldn't even be left with a full body in the end. That little porcelain doll I made into a keychain now dangled from my bag. I gently ran my fingers over it in my hand. Trying to act casual, I asked, "Have you been waiting long?" Helen turned around and answered with a hint of weariness in her sweet voice, "No, I just arrived." Her gaze fell on my arm, where a narrow and abrupt pink scar stood out. Guilt surge