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But the more he tried not to think about it, the more those scenes invaded his mind, and whenever he recalled that moment, it felt as if someone was gripping his heart, causing an unbearable pain.
Stuart Truman and Black Hawk stood to the side, sneaking glances at the wilted Joshua Sulliven from time to time, seemingly concerned, but ultimately, neither of them disturbed his silence.
Joshua remained calm, his gaze fixed outside the window as if overnight, all the thorns that had covered him were plucked away, leaving nothing but a body drenched and gradually stained with flowing blood.
Now he finally understood why she had looked so disappointed in the jewelry store last time, telling him that he had never truly believed her.
Thinking of those disputes, Joshua's eyes once again filled with moisture, even the many things he had not understood before suddenly became clear.
