Mason looked at Ava’s impulsive back, her eyes flickered, and she sighed softly. He fixedly looked at her for a long time before he stretched out his hand and took her into his arms.
Ava was still struggling at first, but he couldn’t resist his strength, and slowly fell silent.
Mason is really a big bad guy. He doesn’t love her, so why should he be so gentle to her? Does he know that this kind of gentleness is more heartbreaking than his cold words.
It is more painful to give hope and despair than to have no hope.
Ava blinked, her nose was sour, and her eyes were sour. She rubbed her eyes, rubbed her nose, and didn’t want to cry anymore, but the tears still slipped uncontrollably.
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