The two men glared at each other, wishing they could strip the other naked with their eyes to see what the other was thinking. Unfortunately, what separated them was not only clothes, flesh, and bones, but also the unbridgeable gap left by repeated deception and hurt.
Finally, Ethan Luo slowly loosened Connor Wen's collar and put him down.
Connor Wen's feet touched the ground, but his heart was still hanging in the air. He slowly squatted down and covered his eyes tiredly: "I'm afraid, if he hurts my mother..."
Ethan Luo looked down at Connor Wen, at that slender neck that seemed so thin that it could not be grasped in one hand, and suddenly an idea came to his mind. Why not die together? That way he would have nothing to worry about, and he wouldn't have to worry about Connor Wen leaving him.
But he couldn't bear to do so. He always remembered the carefree smile on Connor Wen's face, which was so beautiful. He wanted to return the smile that he had taken away from Connor Wen with his own hands. He wanted to see that smile again, even if it was not for him.
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