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For a moment, Faye Owen felt as if a sharp thorn had ruthlessly struck the softest part deep within her heart. Yves King had always seemed to her to be carefree and jester-like, without a serious bone in his body. As if there was no sorrow or pain in his life.
But, it was at this instant. Faye Owen indeed realized that Yves King wasn't without pain, wasn't without burden. It was just that he was habituated to bury all his negative emotions deep in his heart.
Especially when he was examining his own behavior, his gaze was exceptionally sincere. This led Faye Owen to fall into deep thought. With her eyes half-closed, she felt his rough palm stroking her face, a warm surge emerged from the depths of her heart.
