Eva sat listlessly on the floor of her living room. Her swollen eyes no longer contained sadness. However, her nose still flared. The roar of her breath was too difficult to quench.

"My boutique .... My hope .... My dream ...."

She stroked the only frame that was still intact. There was a photo of her cutting the ribbon there—the moment at the inauguration of her new boutique.

The curve of her lips was so wide in that picture. Meanwhile, her current face was dim. There was not the ...