Chapter 476

In her junior high school days, she had a deep love for ancient poetry, almost to the point of obsession. She would memorize the profound and beautiful poems she came across, and even dabbled in writing some of her own. Her favorite pastime was piecing together words at random.
As she laid eyes on James Frazer in that moment, a few lines flashed through her mind: "Two lives intertwined in the vast expanse, with no place to express their desolation, hearts like dust, eyes like light, causing only sorrow, love that hurts."
Clara Beacham lowered her gaze, her demeanor calm as silk, showing no hint of surprise.