Joshua Sulliven was as docile as a child, not daring to speak rashly, for fear that she really would leave him.
"You're lying to me, right? You're just annoyed by what I said, right? You were just speaking out of anger, weren't you? You don't really think this way! Please tell me you don't really think this way, you won't leave me!" Joshua Sulliven clutched Keira Leaf's hand, nervously speaking.
Keira Leaf's vision began to darken, and she finally understood why the term 'parting from life' was associated with 'parting from death'.
Because the agony of being torn apart was identical, with no distinction between severity.
In her whole life, she had never felt how difficult and baffling it was to separate from someone, as if the journey ahead would exhaust all her vitality and strength for a lifetime.
"Joshua Sulliven, don't say anymore, I've considered it for a long time," Keira Leaf said with a feigned indifference, prying open his big hands and continuing to pack up her stuff.
