"Credence..."

"Credence!"

When Dorothy saw this, her pupils contracted, as she threw herself towards Credence and screamed loudly.

His eyes were tightly shut, and he didn't say anything. His fists were still clutched at his chest, as if he still wanted to punch Juelz.

His handsome face was extremely pale, and a sad, painful smile formed on his face.

He was thirty five years old. Perhaps to Jonathan and Marvin, he was a winner at life because he had a wife and daughter, but he was the only one who knew how heavy and anxious his heart was at the thought of such happiness.

Occasionally, he would dream of Dorothy...