Aaron occupied her for five years, and he also wanted to use five years to exchange for Ada Wood's return. If five years later, she still can't accept him, he will let her go and let her choose the life she wants. "Why five years?" Ada Wood can't understand why it is five years again. She spent five years to love Aaron and five years to forget , but Viola Turner said she would be his woman for five years. Can't she escape the fate of this five years? "Because ten years is too long and three years is too short to make you fall in love with me, five years is just right." Five years is enough. If Ada Wood still can't fall in love with him, it's useless to drag on for a long time. Ada Wood did not agree to Viola Turner, nor refused him. For her, time is the least valuable thing, but it is the most precious. She has no way to let an incomplete self stay at Viola Turner's side for five years. She can't find her heart back. She is not qualified to say who she fell in love with. Looking

Ada Wood opens the room door, takes a look at Vita, and then goes downstairs with a brush. Re install an easel, she lay out the paper, and took out the brush that Adair Carter gave her. This is her first and last time to draw with this pen, and she will never use it again. Vita looks at Ada Wood and suddenly runs downstairs. She thinks she is going to look for Adair. She turns around and chases downstairs. When she saw her standing in front of the blank paper in a daze, she was much relieved. How long has it been since she saw Adair? It's been half a month. She borrowed a notebook from Viola Turner and searched online for the wedding photos of Adair Carter and Xenia Miller. She specially found a photo of Adair Carter who laughed happily. Then she began to paint. When he was with her, he had never been so happy. Maybe, she is really not suitable to have such things as love. He chased Aaron for five years, and finally spent five years in prison to forget him. After coming out,

Viola Turner exits the room after placing the items Ada Wood requires at the entrance. Sitting quietly in the back garden, drinking tea. sits across from Viola Turner, takes the tea in front of him and sips it. "The idea remains the same, but I hope you don't want to provoke her again once her condition is cured. She is fractured and cannot bear any hurt." When the situation is resolved, Viola Turner wishes to take her away. This is the sole reason for his return this time. She craves stability, something Adaire is unable to provide. He had to take her away from where she was depressed. He would mend her broken heart and begin a new life with her. "You don't have the authority to make decisions for her. I'll respect her if that's what she means." Let go of the cup, stretch your long legs, and depart from the villa. When Ada Wood returned, he had already left, and his odor lingered. When she is healed, she will leave here, leave the city, and never return. Only if we don't me

Ada Wood's optic nerve is stimulated by the same color as blood on the wall. She's going insane, spraying the wall and giggling at the same time. Perhaps she felt that the red color was not appealing enough.She stroked her arm with a jagged chunk of aluminum can she had picked up from the ground. Her white arm was covered in scarlet blood. He painted on the wall with his own blood on a brush. From a flower bone blossom into a murderous flower, one after another captivating rose, in her pen shape, as if alive. Viola Turner also scooped up the pieces of the can Ada Wood had just used and stroked her arm hard. "If you don't have enough, use mine," he added, reaching out to Ada Wood. Two people's blood blended together on the wall, forming lovely roses one after the other. The sky is a red painted background, and beneath it is a flower painted with two people's blood. She drew till there was no more blood coming out of her arms. There is still one corner left. Perhaps this blank

"Adair has been looking for the wedding automobile. Would you like to pause for a moment?" Vivien checked her rearview mirror, the tiny figure fighting to keep up with the wedding car. He did not initially encourage her to stay with Adair. He felt sorry for her all of a sudden. "No, let's get going." Adair Carter also does not return, not even a glance. The tone is frigid. Ada Wood is chasing after the wedding car while carrying the painting. Perhaps she was too nervous to run. Ada Wood collapsed, clutching the artwork in her arms. A layer of skin was scratched, and blood gushed out of it. She was unconcerned about her injuries. She stood up and pursued Adair's wedding car with her paintings in her arms. Vivien stares in the rearview mirror at Ada Wood's obstinate little face and feels sorry for her. "Adair, she collapsed." "I told her to leave her alone and to keep driving." Today is Adair Carter's wedding day with Xenia Miller, he added impatiently. He doesn't want to deal