Despite his clear betrayal of the feelings between him and Tiffany, George River could still proudly have her.
But he could only be with Hannah Winter, whom George had abandoned.
It was boring and tedious, making him disgusted.
The boy's eyes somehow added a touch of indifference, as he said to himself almost inaudibly, with a hint of unnoticed loss, "Tiffany, you're so wonderful, there must be lots of people who like you, right?"
Tiffany Lynch was taken aback for a moment, seeing the bedridden boy looking at her with admiring eyes, her heart softened, and her face was dusted with a light blush.
Delicate as a peach blossom.
Smiling at the corner of her mouth, she lowered her gaze, "I'm not as good as you think, it's just that... I'm luckier."
As her words fell, she blushed more, thinking about someone, head down, she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, revealing her beautiful pink-dusted complexion.
