The night is getting late, bringing hope to be saved as an encouragement for tomorrow, Ronald sits in a wheelchair facing his bedroom window, his mind drifts trying to uncover the mystery in his heart, but unfortunately as deep as logic goes into the heart, not infrequently the heart betrays logic.
Ronald sighed heavily, the image of Jelita's face that had been haunting him lately seemed to be a hard thorn that would make his wound never heal. How jealous is he of Jelita or is he really in love with Jelita? Ronald kept trying to deny the two feelings, and instilled in his mind, Jelita is his sister, yes his sister.
Was he really jealous of Jelita? Or is he actually jealous of Danil? His memory flashed back to what happened several years ago.
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