Gim's face was already as dark as a could.
Vichy was neither humble nor arrogant. She looked at him coldly, and her hatred sprayed from her heart and broke through her eyes, hurting his heart and soul.
Finally, Gim let her go and looked at her slightly red eyes, and his heart was more painful.
He wanted to hold her in his arms, but when he reached out, his eyes were full of hesitation.
He didn't know whether his hug would warm her or make her... sick.
Gim suddenly found that this woman was not like before and before she was soft as a sofa, and no matter how she was hurt, she would eventually recover. Now, she was like a cold sharp stone, hard to touch.
He wanted to make up, but when he did this, she didn't need it.
At the bottom of his heart, he was at a loss. For the first time in more than twe……
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