Peter, whom Mia was missing at the moment, was at the bar.
He drank a little too much, but he couldn't get drunk when he was depressed.
Therefore, he was still sober.
He stared ahead and thought of how Mia had leaned shyly in the boy's arms at the field. Anger and irritation rose in his heart.
However, he had to suppress these thoughts that he shouldn't have.
I shouldn't have such thoughts…
When did I start to like her?
When she was young, Mia was thin and small. She had an oval face and loved to cry.
He had always treated Mia as his sister, similar to Cherry.
It was only when he was in his teens that she gently raised her head and started talking to Pete and he suddenly felt tempted.
The feeling in his heart had changed.
At the thought of this, Peter couldn't help but slap himself.
How could I, how could I…
Therefore, what Mia was doing now was right. It was right for him to be trapped here alone. In this life, Mia had to find someone who loved her and doted on her…
