He looked at me deeply, his
a
of despair, regret, and resignation.
“I understand. Scarlett, I’m
sorry.”
“I was a jerk in the past. I wronged
my light and I wronged our family.”
He bent deeply at the waist, giving me a solemn bow.
“I’m sorry, Scarlett Hayes. I know it’s too late for anything, but I truly hope… I hope you find happiness in this life.”
I couldn’t be bothered to watch him put on such act.
“My happiness means you stay as far away from me as possible. You’d better never appear in front of me again, because just seeing your face makes me sick.”
I pushed the door open directly, then slammed it shut with a *bang*, closing him and all our past outside.
From that day on, I never saw Mason Knight again.
He left his home in Cloud City, and there was no news of him after that.
Three years later, I received the highest honor in music production–the International Music Producers Association Lifetime Achievement Award.
Those unresolved mysteries, those cold cases that had been buried for years, all found their truth through me.
Perhaps, this was the meaning of my rebirth.
