Michelle Mackenzie's fingertips twitched slightly, but Kaya Jones didn't notice, the more she cried, the more pitiful she was:
"We die together, you bastard, you can't be like that."
His mind was confused, his hands could not help but tremble to touch his face.
“If I had met you a little earlier in my previous life…. Well then.”
The air in the room was withdrawn, Kaya Jones had difficulty breathing but still quietly hugged Michelle Mackenzie like that. She didn't move, like she was afraid she would startle him if she moved. I want him to wake up, and I want him to sleep deeply. It's also good to be one step ahead, you won't have to endure the excruciating pain of being burned by fire. Even though she talked a lot and confessed all her feelings, the man lying in her lap did not react.
Kaya Jones's mind temporarily stopped working, only the image of the handsome man with a half-smile remained in the bottom of his eyes. Are you comforting her? Or is she dizzy?