Chapter 50: Returning Home

• At eight o 'clock, Steven's phone rang, he looked at me in a dilemma. Just as he was about to answer, I grabbed his phone and turned it off, and switched mine off too.
• It was raining quietly outside, every drop burdened with pain. I leaned against the chair and watched Steven examining his watch again and again. He intended to speak but didn’t.
• Swan Lake! What a beautiful fairy tale. But it was only to excite little girls who expected great love. There was no cruel devil or prince in this world. There was no pretty and kind swan princess! Only reality!