Mabel Quinn tightly pressed her lips together, taking the blood-stained porcelain shard from his palm.
"Sister, are you angry?" he asked cautiously.
Angry... Rather than anger, it's more about pain and distress.
"Why... why did you do this?" she asked.
"Because this way I won't fall asleep, I'm afraid once I fall asleep, sister will leave." he said, "I... I just want to see you a little longer."
Invisible, it felt as if something unbearably heavy was weighing down on her chest, making it hard for her to breathe.
His gaze upon her was so cautious yet desperately longing, while his right hand was bloodied...
But, does he know, they have already broken up? No matter whether he falls asleep or not, there will be a moment when he's awake, and at that time, she will have left.
Drip! Drip!
Mabel Quinn's tears fell once again, twice in a single day she had cried, when did her tears become so abundant?
