Anna Jadwin's eyes widened, a hint of surprise flashed across them. "What illness?"
Wayne Bailey's index finger pointed like a gun at his own head, coldly saying, "There's a bullet in my skull that can't be removed..."
He never thought that he would reveal this shameful act to her one day, telling her personally.
Only for... becoming the reason she couldn't leave.
Even if she only felt a little guilty!
"On the day you left, at Rose Garden..." His breath reeked of alcohol, as blood flowed freely from his nose. "Didn't you hear the gunshot?"
Boom ——
How could Anna forget that intense gunshot? It haunted her like a nightmare.
He once said that if she could escape his bullet, he would let her go.
Wasn't that shot aimed at her?!
"I told you not to look back, and you really didn't come back to see me once..." His gaze seemed to be stained with blood. "And yet you say your heart isn't cold?"
Anna couldn't believe it: "You shot yourself?"
