I struggled in his arms, but he held me firmly. Until he tasted the salty taste in his mouth, he released me and asked me, "how did you come here?"

I pushed him away, took several steps back, and looked at him with hatred in my eyes.

Although I'm surprised to see him here, I haven't stopped thinking of him these days, like how deep I think and how deep I hate him.

I hate that he didn't appear, and I hate that he didn't care about me.

Now that you've been with Kathy Clark, do you want to come to me?

I raised my hand and wiped the tears...