Chapter 392 Vinegar Jar

• As Cynthia White gazed at Sawyer Connor, who was lowering his head with an apologetic expression and shimmering eyes, she felt a sense of familiarity.
• It was as if there had been a young boy in a dim alley, holding her tightly and running through the rain. His face was filled with anxiety, and his golden hair was drenched, sticking to his disheveled face. However, his deep brown eyes were bright, despite being filled with guilt and anxiety.
• The sound of pouring rain seemed to echo in her ears, along with the anxious voice saying, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Just hold on a little longer... We'll be there soon..."