"Dorian, Mabel is just angry with , right? As long as she cos back, she can have whatever she wants; does she want to have children? She can have as many as she wants. I won’t control her; she can control , whether it’s my body or my life, however she wants!" He kept saying, his tone agitated and broken. "I’m willing to kneel before her, even if I’m controlled by her for a lifeti, I’ll be willing!"
Dorian Howards felt that the heaviness in his chest intensified, this truly is... If only they had known today, why bother with the past.
But people are often like this, not treasuring what’s beside them; it’s only after truly losing it do they regret. Back then, with Alice, wasn’t it the sa? Only he was luckier than Kyle, he and Alice eventually reconciled in ti, avoiding becoming regrets for each other, but now, Kyle is...
Facing Kyle Kinston at this mont, Dorian Howards found himself unable to utter a single word, filled only with profound sorrow.
Finally, Kyle Kinston stopped and then turned, looking once more at the figure projected on the wall, then began to laugh, yet his laughter was sadder than crying, "I know, Mabel won’t forgive , she won’t. Perhaps when she left , she already decided never to see again in this lifeti. Why am I so foolish, foolishly thinking that forcing her to abort our child using her uncle’s life was okay, foolishly thinking that this matter would quickly pass, foolishly thinking I could control everything... thinking she could only depend on ... But in fact, it was who depended on her. Without her, how can I survive?"
It’s not relying on fate that can alleviate pain, to survive, but rather his heart, already desperate, crushed, loving soone so deeply that losing them feels like losing the hope to live.
To him, the entire world is nothing but desolation.
"Things... aren’t that desperate yet." After a long while, Dorian Howards dryly said.
But Kyle Kinston slowly closed his eyes, speaking with a shattered voice, "It turns out my whole life has just been repeating the sa mistakes."
He should have been happy, but he personally destroyed all his happiness...
Until... nothing was left...
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In the hospital ward, the woman lying on the bed, even in deep sleep, still furrowed her brows lightly, as if she couldn’t truly relax even in her dreams.
A tall figure pushed open the ward door, walking in. It was a strikingly beautiful face, with eyes as hazy as mist beneath sharp brows, a straight nose, and slightly thin lips, despite being young, exuding an indescribable sensuality.
The feeling hovered between youth and adolescence, with a lazy deanor in every gesture, as if nothing in this world could pique his interest, and nothing could stir him into action.
"How is she?" asked another middle-aged man who ca in with him.
The nurse responsible for watching over the woman on the bed hastily replied, "Still the sa, but her condition has stabilized now." The nurse couldn’t help but glance at the man several tis, her face blushing slightly. If she could exchange glances with him a few tis, even if it ant living fewer years, it would be worth it.
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