"Uh-huh." Hendrix raised his eyebrows as he looked at my right hand by my side.

Somehow, I reached out my hand.

After, Hendrix reached out, writing down his surname on my palm.

After he finished writing, he took back his hand and looked up at me, "What did I write?"

This scene was somewhat familiar. When Hendrix found out Jordan had asked someone to impersonate me, he played this game with me in the car.

Back then, the answer was...

"Roberts." I looked at him, saying in a daze.

"You're wrong." Hendrix was merciless, yet his words were the same.

"No way. I saw it clearly. It's Roberts." I was calm as I said the same words as last time, looking at him intently.

Standing to one side, Jordan looked left and right, not knowing what was going on.

that, Hendrix said, "I'll give you

my hand, writing down

was a lump in my throat. I began to sob as I

while before taking back

said, stressing every syllable, "This

he left

where I was, even forgetting to take back my hand. I let my tears fall down my cheeks, yet my

take the opportunity to add insult to injury. "See? He is the man you are sacrificing everything

didn't know was what Hendrix said to me when we last played this

wrote Arianna

are not always wrong, this is our

with his actions that he

lifetime's worth of ease,

the ecstasy in my heart. However, hearing Jordan's sarcasm temporarily suppressed that feeling. I gave him a slightlook, retorting angrily, "Are

was a little happy as he continued to ridicule me, "I'm just reminding you that you can't have your cake and eat

Raising my voice, I

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