Adrian Ming rarely cried as far back as he could remember. Almost all the tears he had accumulated over the past twenty years had been stored up until tonight. The uncontrollable physiological tears kept flowing down, almost drying up.
The bedside lamp flickered on and off, and the dim and ambiguous light shone into the large mirror on the ceiling, reflecting mottled colors. He raised his hand to block his eyes.
In his daze, Adrian Ming heard Nathan Liang leaning against his ear and asking in a low voice: "Are you willing?"
What do you want?
Adrian Ming thought slowly for a moment, then remembered Nathan Liang's previous words, and suddenly woke up. He opened his lips, and suddenly gasped, biting his lips tightly with his teeth, suppressing the sound in his throat.
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