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"Look, you stopped me again. I have already said it several times, and I don't have much time to say it. This is probably the last time I see you. In fact, there are a lot of things I have not said."
There was no arrogance or sarcasm in Candace's tone.
She always wanted to say it, but she never had a chance.
It seemed that she really wanted to say something, because the lament that she harbored over the years was only now sprouting.
At the end of one's life, there would be a lot of emotions, and one would just want to blurt them all out.
Timothy was at the front, driving the car, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened. His eyes were filled with pain and regret.
He did not look back, nor did he look at her.
But Candace, who was sitting in the back row, had seen through the rearview mirror that his eyes were filled with pain.
She raised the corner of her mouth slightly, and there was an awareness in her eyes.