Brother Ethan finally returned, and though his handsome appearance was destroyed, wasn't he still standing right in front of her?
Even though he looked so sickly, when she held him at night while sleeping, she could clearly feel his heartbeat and body temperature.
But now… he could live at most two more years?
No! She couldn't accept it, she wouldn't accept it!
Jesslyn Derei slumped to the ground, her mouth agape, tears streaming down ceaselessly, yet she was so desperate that she couldn't make a sound.
Her heart ached for him.
She was so afraid of losing him.
Seeing Jesslyn Derei cry so painfully, Ethan's heart clenched fiercely, as if he could hear the sound of his heart bleeding.
He was truly selfish.
He felt as if he had made Jesslyn Derei an outlet for his venting.
The hatred he couldn't express to Amanda, the pain he didn't want Amanda to face, he had let Jesslyn Derei bear it instead.
Ethan shifted his feet.
He wanted to go up and embrace Jesslyn Derei.
