Chapter 193 Love Was Selfish

• Flora sat quietly at the piano, her fingers dancing on the keys, creating a melody that was neither a complete piece nor a coherent tune. Just like her current state of mind—chaotic and full of sorrow.
• Every evening, she eagerly awaited the sound of Maxwell's car in the courtyard. However, today, for the first time, she feared hearing that familiar car sound, afraid of encountering Maxwell. Was it guilt?
• The car sound had echoed more than half an hour ago, but his figure had not appeared. Without needing to think, she knew he had gone to Chiyoko's room. Afraid to face him, yet eagerly anticipating his entrance into this bedroom.