Harold had previously witnessed Rena’s captivating charm when she engaged in such intimate gestures with him.

His emotions surged, fueling a blaze of anger within him, prompting his fists to clench tightly.

Overwhelmed by Rena’s painful yet joyful groan, Harold succumbed to an impulsive urge, striking the adjacent wall with a forceful punch.

Crimson droplets adorned the wall’s surface, creating a splattered canvas of blood.

Harold’s hand, wounded from the impact, bled profusely.

to the pain, remaining motionless as

to storm into the ward and

of action would promptly annul his

his endeavors would crumble to naught in an

a heavy heart, Harold took his

recollections of him. As his vehicle rolled into

greeting with a

approximately 80 square meters, brimming with cherished memories of his

Moore family dwelled within this aging apartment, where Harold’s mother would

Times were arduous indeed.

his sense of self—worth, Rena would frequently grace his presence, preparing

a naive woman

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