Xingyu remained indifferent. Instead, she narrowed her eyes and tilted her head, staring at him. Her expression was devoid of emotion, much like a naive kitten.
"Samuel, you're crying. Why are you crying?"
With just these words, Samuel’s heart began to throb with pain, a strange agony spreading through his entire body. He knew perfectly well why he was crying, yet she still asked. Did she really hate him that much? He wasn’t without a temper; he felt hurt, too.
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