I curled my lip bitterly.
Those memories that once caused me such heartache seemed to have died along with me.
Looking at the deep sorrow in Elara's eyes, I felt nothing.
Ever since she and her male "best friend" started sharing chopsticks, I had argued with her, tried to communicate.
But she always brushed me off with a smile, telling me not to overthink things.
She would profess her love to my face, then turn around and be inseparable from her "friend" behind my back.
I'm a man with principles. I didn't want to taint the sanctity of love in my heart.
In the end, I let it all go.
Elara glared daggers at Alec, picking up a stick from the ground and beating him furiously.
"You beast! You're the one responsible for Martin's death!"
Alec clutched his bleeding forehead, his expression turning ugly.
"Have you lost your mind?! I'm bleeding and you're still hitting me?! What the hell are you trying to do?!"