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..."

a heavy voice, not

my father, Donald, helped me was probably in this scandal...But he did it because of the Christina

slightly and was reluctant

a long silence, she tried to relax and

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

to her froze for

on her side,

arm, and her

"..I heard gunshots."

you save me that

and then she

looked down at the woman beside him, filled with

you tell

her head and looked straight

tell

o'clock at night

still be in the

just a

a

the time seemed to have paused for a long

was very

Patrick said a sentence in a

remembered that year's incident, those images

was angry that you accepted Cory's love for

angry, but in fact, she knew only the

half, more directly,

Hatred.

long could hatred last? He couldn't let

on her and told himself that she owed him and that he wanted her to pay him back for the

you to admit your

For six years.

and as a result, he realized that everything was

beginning, she didn't even know who

looked at him with

asking for forgiveness"

Those gangsters had guns.

remember. She

of pain were all around her

the sky was

darker, and the strong

knew that the man who came to save

him, but she was

the man might die and

his arm with both hands, tightened her grip slightly, and murmured, "I've been inquiring about the person, wanting to

did you want to find

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