It seemed that she often asked him this question, at their second meet, at the tea house, and at the Ferne Hotel.
She heard the footsteps approaching, and then the man stopped in front of her. He held her chin with his slender fingers and wiped away her tears.
In the darkness, the man asked her in a low voice, "Why are you crying?"
Emily could not see his face clearly. She could only feel his breath spraying on her face with a uniquely good smell. Feeling relaxed unconsciously, she pointed at the desk in the darkness and muttered, "The book is too difficult."
There was a silence for a moment, but Emily felt that he must know her intention. She suddenly remembered that she rarely revealed her true feelings, but each time Vincent could see through her. Immediately, she felt ashamed. In t
