"Ris, please..." Johan whispered. He was no longer able to hold back his longing for Clarissa, the man rushed into Clarissa's arms without a word.
He hugged the girl very tightly, he held her as if he didn't want to let her go, even though Clarissa was nobody anymore.
"Ris, I miss you," said Johan, the tears he had been holding in for a long time now dripped out. When a man has shed tears just because of a woman, it means that his feelings are no longer a joke.
But Clarissa didn't care, she didn't return Johan's hug at all, her hand was still outstretched while her gaze remained straight ahead.
"Let go," he said in a low but piercing tone. Clarissa had difficulty swallowing her saliva, her throat felt suffocated, her heart ached. He closed his eyes for a while to gather his strength back. He must not be fragile, let alone to meet.
"I said let go!" Clarissa snapped, her hands clenched into fists, she tried to escape from Johan's embrace.
