Unspoken Love

In the past two years, Brodie had rarely visited the presidential suite that belonged to him and Luna. Because every time he went there, he would be devoured by a suffocating feeling as if submerged in the ocean.

One night, he saw Cindy wiping tears alone in his study. Being seven-year-old, Cindy was much more sensible than before. Her eyes were drowsy and red, like rabbit eyes. "Brodie, you lost Luna, didn't you? I've won the first prize in the piano competition, but among the many feedbacks in your desk drawer, why haven't you got any information on Luna's whereabouts?"

Brodie didn't know where to start. He looked at his little girl in confusion. In the past two years, he had both his affairs and Cindy's affairs widely publicized in all kinds of traditional and new media. He always thought that Luna may see them.

Moreover, even if Luna was unwilling to forgive him, she would be willing to take a look at Cindy. Luna would show up even if it only meant seeing Cindy once.

Brodie had always had such a dream.

the information from informers and private detectives

Cindy about the disappointing news, but

precocious girl,

and waved at

the doctor? Luna always reminded me to take medicine on time, but she could never remember to take medicine herself. How sad Luna must

at Cindy, whose eyes were red in front of him. He recalled that many years ago, Luna had the same expression when she was

her in. Then he walked into the study and smoked two cigarettes alone. Perhaps he really missed her too much. He went downstairs to the garage in the early morning and drove to the

The presidential suite.

front desk saw Brodie, she suddenly remembered something