Chapter 116 This Liver Belongs to Sandy

Sandy looked just like she had at 18—full of life, vibrant, and untouched by time. The scars that once marked her face were gone, leaving her with the same radiant beauty he remembered. She sat contentedly beside her parents, her smile serene, almost too perfect. But there was no warmth in her eyes when she looked at him. She refused to even acknowledge his presence, to offer him a glance, let alone her love. He had broken her heart too many times, and now, it seemed, it was beyond repair.