Wayne Bailey's eyes turned dull.
"We agreed, there would be no more secrets between us!" Anna Jadwin clenched his arm, "I don't care whether Raphael Bailey is alive or dead, I accept it. But please don't make me guess all the time!"
"..."
"If he's alive, I want to see him; if he's still sick, I want to take care of him with you; if he's dead..." Anna Jadwin's lips trembled slightly, "I want to send him a bouquet of flowers, and on the anniversary of his death every year, the whole family should go to see him."
How hard did Anna Jadwin try to hold back her tears?
Raphael Bailey said he was most afraid of seeing her cry, her tears hurt him more than cutting him with hundreds of knives.
How could she bear to make Raphael Bailey suffer?
So, she bit her lip hard, trying not to let the tears fall.
Her voice became more tremulous, and the tone turned oppressively strange: "I don't want him to be lonely, without family."