I called Benedict's phone, but still had no response, as usual. Just as I was about to put down the phone, an update suddenly popped up in my circle of friends.
I saw a profile picture that hadn't been updated for three years, showing a photo of a beach. In the corner of the photo, someone in a yellow skirt with a swan pattern stared into my eyes.
I stared at the screen until my vision blurred. I tried to enter Charlotte's birthday tremblingly. And with a “click” sound, the door opened.
The phone's ringtone rang suddenly in the empty villa.
“Is there anything wrong?” Benedict's voice came from the receiver with the usual coldness.
“I came to pick up some things.”
My voice was calm, “No one's home.”
“Yes, of course.” He paused. “I’m accompanying Charlotte to look at the stores at the resort.”
There was a hint of impatience in his tone. “I'll do what I say about the engagement.”
After saying that, he hung up the phone. A string of rosary beads rolled down from the drawer. A crisp sound rolled out on the ground.
I squatted down and looked at this “gift” he casually threw to me. I suddenly burst into tears of laughter.