(Third Update)
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"He, this brute treats you like this, and yet you still want to protect him?" His voice was low and husky, as if the words had to squeeze their way up from the deepest part of his throat. His gaze was sharp and piercing as he looked at her.
Thinking back to that day five years ago, Yves King's nearly numb heart was hurting again as if it was being slashed by a knife. He had to make her stop deeply loving him, make her completely forget about him. He had to endure tremendous pain and choose to hurt her badly.
"I, I just don't want you to get into trouble." It seemed like she didn't dare to look into Yves King's eyes. She lowered her head to dodge his gaze and said in a soft, trembling voice, "Please, don't be impulsive again, okay?" Her warm little hand, as if subconsciously, tightly clutched his. It seemed like she wanted to pass her gentleness, her pure spiritual energy to him through this touch.
