"Jenny, huh?"
Ryan's expression turned pensive.
Yes, what about Jenny?
He could be determined, or he could give up, just like he told the burgundy-haired woman before. But though that was what he told her, and told himself, he didn't know what to choose.
Would doggedly pursuing Jenny melt her heart, mend the hole inside and bring happiness to both of them, or would that only annoy her, and bring him misery? Would forcing a relationship only remind her of what she had lost, of what she could not do or have anymore, of what she could not give anymore?
Or maybe love would heal her, and heal his orphaned heart too?
He didn't know. He didn't know if he should persist or if he should give up.
Ryan's expression turned lost, as he was indeed lost. Both his mind and heart were.
Dinaia felt sadness rise in her, seeing Ryan like that. She leaned forward and held his left hand, making him turn to look at her.
