The stiff smile on my face became more bitter. "No need."

There was no need to waste medical resources on a dying person.

"You..."

Jackson wanted to persuade me again, but I turned to look out of the window, shutting down any further communication.

After Jackson parked the car in front of my house, he carried me up the front steps.

Even though I didn't want him to know where I lived, I could do nothing in this situation.

I took out the key to open the door, and Jackson carried me into the house.

"Put me on the sofa," I said.

Jackson nodded. He walked to the sofa and gently put me down.

up

the meaning behind my words was

***

at home for the next few days.

that, Jackson turned around

past the kitchen, he saw

when they were seventeen or eighteen. They looked

picked up the photo and glanced

be a group photo of three people, but the person

was himself. He was in

you get my permission before looking at that

the verge of remembering something when he was interrupted

his senses and looked at

put the photo back on the wine

***

I couldn't help

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