The wall felt like ice.

When Fanny's hot skin pressed against it, she shivered.

Instinctively, she tightened her hold on the man in front of her.

The place where she grabbed him hurt, and Oliver hesitated for a brief moment.

His grip on her tightened.

Numerous red marks appeared on their fair skin.

Neither of them paid any attention to it.

They just stared at each other, as if trying to engrave the other into their eyes.

However, there was no love in their actions.

Only anger and hatred.

He pressed Fanny hard against the wall, fiercely biting her as if he was trying to devour her whole.

At first, she resisted.

Then, she slowly gave in.

Only a pair of lifeless eyes stared at him, like a puppet.

“Oliver.” He didn't listen, nor did he consider her current emotions.

brought this upon yourself." His voice was hoarse

like a sword

was accompanied by

just miscarried not long

could still

didn't love

felt like a

nailing her

the window, the

numerous fragmented

be pieced back

considered stopping, but was repeatedly provoked by Fanny's

at me," he

held her face, his eyes

head, and continued looking at the moonlight outside the

became more ruthless, and

in Fanny’s eyes

a spreading wildfire, it burned away Oliver's hopes and

he breathed heavily, leaning on her

covered his nose,

in this night,

long as they

he would say

the words he

really not want to lose you." It wasn't

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