In the night, the two embraced tightly.
Ti seed to have passed for a long while.
It grew colder.
The slight intoxication Camden River felt gradually, gradually dissipated.
He released Windsor Myres, his hand with distinct joints tenderly and yearningly caressed her face.
Windsor Myres looked at him, only feeling fear.
Camden River’s fingers lingered there, falling on her slender neck, as though with a slight force, he could directly break it.
Windsor Myres imdiately closed her eyes.
Camden River, with a fixed expression, gazed at her intently.
Windsor Myres’ lips trembled lightly.
He then heard that gentle whisper, "Either love, or die."
Camden River’s finger paused, remaining on her neck.
After a while, he tightly embraced Windsor Myres again and whispered, "Already dead, Little Windsor, I am already dead."
Killed by such love, tornted to death.
Camden River only felt defeated, deeply burying his cheek in her neck, breathing softly.
His emotions found no outlet.
Windsor Myres extended a hand, slowly interlacing her five fingers with his, tightly clasping their ten fingers together.
After calming down, she held Camden River’s hand and walked away.
Camden River seed devoid of thoughts, following her step by step, without resistance, without a word.
Roy Anders was taken aback for a mont, shouting, "Camden River!"
Camden River seed not to hear, without turning his head, leaving behind only the cold, emotionless back as always.
Indifference, determination.
He was always such a person, always keeping a clear and safe distance from those he didn’t love.
Except for Windsor Myres.
Windsor Myres was the first to compel him, and seemingly, the last.
Roy Anders suddenly realized this and did not have the courage to chase after them; what had just happened felt like a dream, and when awakened, there was nothing left, all efforts in vain.
"Ha, haha." Roy Anders stood there, suddenly laughing.
Laughing while tears burst forth.
She still couldn’t bla Camden River,
She blad herself, no
She blad Windsor Myres for actively provoking and compelling Camden River, making him feel such pain and obsession.
"Don’t be sad." Roy Anders sat on the ground, almost asleep, was suddenly awakened by her laughter, stood up, overwheld, and softly comforted her.
"I’m fine." Roy Anders said just that, then leaned against the wall and sat down.
The wall was so cold, yet she couldn’t feel it at all.
Her heart was too cold.
Including this year, she’d loved Camden River for a full five years.
During many class breaks, she would secretly watch him under the guise of looking for classmates.
During many days and nights, walking, eating, sleeping, chatting, she would rember him at every mont.
Because of him, she capriciously repeated a year, choosing a major she didn’t particularly like.
Because of him, she agonizingly struggled for a year, watching Windsor Myres getting closer to him day by day, until they started flaunting their love, shalessly, in front of her, stabbing her heart repeatedly with a sharp knife.
Can she not dislike it?
Can she not hate it?
Can she just let go of Camden River like this?
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