She left resolutely, only hoping that he wouldn't look for her...
Just thinking about it, Malcom Moore felt unbearable pain, and how could he bear to, how could he have the heart to bring her back to those unbearable memories again...
But what can he do?
He just doesn't want to let go, even if he dies, he doesn't want to let go!
In this half-year life temporarily letting her go, he lived so miserably, worse than death.
He didn't dare to imagine a life letting her go completely!
Malcom Moore gave a bitter smile, his dark, painful eyes felt even more painful and lonely in the dark solitary night.
Ha, what's wrong with him?
Malcom Moore, decisive in both offense and retreat, when has he ever become so conflicted, unsure of how to decide and compromise?
...
As dawn gradually broke, the earth was faintly obscure, like shrouded in a pale gray veil.
A man dressed in black, with a stern face, stood the whole night downstairs at the apartment.
