I stared at him, unafraid of his interrogative attitude. I explained, "It's not what you think. Even if he's just a friend, I'd still do what I did if I saw someone who looks just like him -what's more to say if he was someone I owe my life to."

He got up and walked towards me. His cold breath wrapped around me, and his voice was low and oppressive. "And you know what is it that I think?"

I pursed my lips and subconsciously took a few steps backwards. Before long, I was met with the cold wall, and I had nowhere else to turn to.

"Hendrix, why are you so angry? Is it because I can't let him go, or do you think I shouldn't be emotional over a dead person?"

He let out a cold sneer. "What do you think?"

I pursed my lips. I knew that he was extremely possessive. After a pause, I replied, "No matter what you think, Irvin is already dead, isn't he?"

as the night sky. "If he was

too seriously. I

far as I was concerned, Irvin was already gone, and there was only guilt and regret

throwing such a fit because he simply couldn't accept the fact that the

and his black eyes were as deep as the sea. After a long time, he pursed his dry lips and seated his slender and tall

coldly

more dispassionate and icy. His eyes that rarely showed emotions looked more detached

opened my mouth to say something,

think me this fickle, then we can

be best to let it go. People either separate while alive, or because of

to death, I was more willing to part in life. At

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