Twenty minutes.
Every second was torture for him as he waited downstairs.
He rushed over immediately after receiving the message, even though his wounds hadn't fully healed yet.
He just wanted to see her.
Instead, he discovered she was on a date with another man.
Hannah glared at him, her red lips opening and closing for a while. Then she looked down and deeply sighed, tears welling up, "He said you were dead."
Arnold was taken aback.
Not because of the girl's words, but because he had seen her tears.
She cried as if the sky was falling.
"Did you believe him?" His heart went soft in the end, and he took her into his arms, using a handkerchief to wipe the tears falling down her cheeks.
Falling drop by drop, it seemed as if they could never be completely wiped away.
Before long, her cheeks were red from the rubbing.
They were too delicate.
Hannah clutched at his sleeve and stubbornly avoided his hand, "He said you were dead and then tried to steal your girl."
