She couldn't sleep.

The woman tossed and turned in bed, as if she had something on her mind, unable to fall asleep.

"Christina."

The man on the other side of the bed could not help but call out her name in a low voice.

The woman at the side immediately stopped moving.

But within half a minute, she turned her body again.

"Patrick, are you still awake?"

Her voice was not at all ambiguous, but she sounded very sober.

It was obvious that she was not sleepy at all.

The faint light at the head of the bed was still shining, reflecting on her side face...

She was really afraid of the dark.

"Patrick, can I ask you something?"

She seemed to be struggling in her heart.

Then she leaned closer to him and asked again.

He did not say a word but stared at her with his eyes open, which made her hesitate.

"That year, in our high school graduation trip...You happened to be our teaching assistant, so you...Were you in that trip?"

She asked cautiously, as if she did not dare to mention something.

"No," he replied quickly.

But Christina's face suddenly darkened and she didn't understand.

"How was that possible, Cory said..."

"What did he say?"

She looked at him with a complicated expression, as if she was confirming something.

"It really wasn't you..."

Her tone was skeptical.

The man beside her closed his eyes slightly and did not reply her.

"Did you hear that something happened on the school trip that year..."

recalled something and spoke in a

heard of it.The only time my father, Donald, helped me was probably in this scandal...But he did

slightly and

she tried to relax

classmates on the mountainside when I was suddenly attacked by five or six bandits.They dragged me down the hill and

her froze for

on her side,

suddenly hugged his arm, and her body leaned

"..I heard gunshots."

you save

his arm, and then

the woman beside him, filled with thoughts,

you tell

raised her head and looked

tell me what

at night was not

still

was just a little

his brain ached a little and he

night, the time seemed to have paused

she was very

was angry." Patrick said a sentence in a deep

as he remembered that year's incident, those images

accepted Cory's

angry, but in fact, she knew

second half, more directly, was the hatred

Hatred.

hatred last? He couldn't let go

blamed all the mistakes on her and told himself that she owed him and that he wanted her to pay him back for the rest of her life at

waiting for you to admit your mistake

For six years.

as a result, he realized that everything was

the beginning, she didn't even know

him

he meant by "Admitting his mistake" and" asking for forgiveness" but it

day? Those gangsters had guns.

She

and screams of pain were

knew was that the sky was

and darker,

the man who came to

something for him, but she was

that the man might die and that she got him

tightened her grip slightly, and murmured, "I've

did you want to find

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