“Ayin, you are torturing my heart like this.” Benedict’s hand gently followed Veronica’s back and whispered softly, “You are afraid that I will remember the past and fall into a nightmare, but now you are Get in first, if I don’t fall into this deep dream, how can I bring you out?”
Benedict’s words caused Veronica to grab his wrist in an instant. With teary eyes, she looked at him beggingly but disapprovingly: “I just knew it suddenly. I think too much for a while, just a few days later. Really, it will be fine in a few days, can you believe me?”
Benedict stared at her silently.
“Trust me.” Veronica acted like a baby directly.
Benedict had never seen Veronica like this before. She was fragile and strong, like a lost deer, poking his heart softly.
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