Zaria glanced at Ryan in disbelief. Was this explosive man whose words made no sense actually her friend? Letting out a slight smile, she picked up the bag she had set at the side and silently walked out.
When the door shut, Ryan felt as though his heart had been struck. He wanted to run after her, but his feet felt as though they had been glued onto the floor. Feeling a burning glare on him, he looked down and met with his sister's unhappy gaze.
"What? Are you blaming me?"
The girl said nothing, but her eyes were full of complaint.
He crouched to her level and tousled her hair. "Forget about her, Nina. She doesn't love you. She will only keep hurting you."
Nina didn't say a word to this either, but she wondered with her head tilted, who exactly is hurt?
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The next morning.
