In the evening, the setting sun went down and the cool breeze slowly came. The coolness made Mason’s brain gradually sober. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes again, the bottom of his eyes had returned to the usual calmness.
He can no longer allow himself to fall into Ava’s sweet offensive, or allow himself to be led by her nose again.
Otherwise, he will knowingly commit the crime again.
Mason thought about it, and a touch of sorrow was stained on the bottom of her eyes.
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