Bradley fell into deep thought. After a long pause, he began slowly, “She’s very beautiful. When she smiles, her eyes sparkle like stars.”

As he spoke, Hank started sketching with paper and pen.

“Is she tall?”

Bradley made a gesture, saying, “About up to my shoulder.”

“Would that be approximately 1.75 meters tall?”

“Yes, about that.”

During their conversation, Bradley drifted into his memories. He recalled the Esther from his past—the one he remembered. Back then, Esther was young, beautiful, and full of life.

Following Bradley’s descriptions, Hank sketched a portrait and handed it to Bradley, asking softly, “Mr. Warner, do you think this resembles her?”

Bradley gazed at the sketch on the paper, examining it for a while before saying, “It doesn’t look like her.”

Hank was surprised. “Not at all?”

beautiful than

“Can you recall a single

in his memories. In his mind, he saw her chasing after him. At that

would see her smiling face. He took in his world. As long as he

It was as if someone

gleaming icily like the stars on a

couldn’t help shuddering inwardly. He took a deep breath to suppress it. “Mr. Warner, it’s fine if you

posture exuded chilling hostility. He leaned forward slightly, looking at Hank,

Hank was silent.

I have a mental

Hank remained quiet.

“I love Esther?”

felt a shiver run down his spine. Bradley’s expression was too terrifying, and he firmly believed that if his response didn’t satisfy Bradley,

most people have some degree of psychological issues, commonly referred to as mental

knee, demanding a

said weakly, “From a psychological assessment, it seems you could benefit from

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