couldn't help but frown. He thought that she was

you well! Just get the hell out of here! I can't stand your

a knife in her heart. She wanted to stand up and leave, bu

her energy of her body had been drained out. No m

lvi

oman's voice came,

to see a beautiful wom

with delicate, fair skin. Her long black hair cascade

u doing here?" Cal

a, only managing to get about three hours of sleep a night, relying on medical interventions. However, he h

meet a friend."

eyes filled with confusion as she asked, "W

d, his voice cold and cruel, completely

n from head to toe, nodding slightly before saying, "You look much better. Y

his tone unexpectedly soft, a stark contrast to the anger h

our routine and diet. You can't drink too much caffeine and you

t come to the therapy. But I am confident I can cure my insomnia. You know that, it all

hose words, he was making it clear that by "curing

hands, and no matter how much she begged, he refu

given him all her heart, hoping that

ad offered to him, as a tool to hurt her, ca

hat this man was a cold-blooded, dangerous creat

uld no longer d

rmth for others. It would never belong to her. And she had begged

FOOL

dly, clenched her fists, and

g-d

The sorrow on her face disappeared, and she quickly fixed her hair, acting as though nothing had happened. She softly called to the two st

lvin to respond, she t

one thing she learned the best i

ce he wants to keep dwelling on the

ou are not the same person you were