Chapter 757 Why Torture Yourself Like This?

He hugged her from behind, put his arms around her waist, and rested his chin on her neck. His warm breath came with the sound. “Why are you crying?”

Evelyn couldn’t speak at all. Her throat seemed to be wrapped in a sour lemon. She couldn’t speak and could only shake her head desperately. The moment she lowered her eyes, her tears fell on the man’s arm.

The tears corroded his skin and heart like sulfuric acid. His eyes were red, but he comforted her softly. “Don’t cry. It’s all in the past. Now that you can come back to me safe and sound, I’m grateful to God.”

Hearing this, not only did she not feel good, but she also felt even more uncomfortable. Was everything over? How did he get through it? Just like this?

He didn’t sleep in the middle of the night and drank a lot. When he got home, he sat alone at the head of the bed and talked to himself with a cold mobile phone in his arms?

She didn’t even dare to imagine that scene. In the past five years, she had been restraining her emotions, not thinking about him, and not looking at anything about him.

n er,

collecting everything about her, and torturing himself for five

years.

it, it was still less shocking than seeing it with her own eyes at this moment. Why

hard that she

but no matter how hard he tried, he could not wipe

out a sentence. “Did you spend the past

that even though she knew that he was sad and painful after she left,

was enduring the pain, then he would magnify it infinitely

I have nothing to worry about.” He forced a smile. From

worth

cruel scenes appeared in front of her, she couldn’t turn

this…”

seriously. “If it weren’t for that, I wouldn’t have been able to hold on.”

only by firmly believing that she was still alive and existed in this world could he live on. The countless early hours of the morning when he was waiting alone for the day to break was the hope that he had nowhere to

would have died

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