At this time, John didn't move at all. His eyes followed Nina's foot. Then he slowly looked at her, tasteless and mixed.
The flowing air seemed to have solidified.
When Nina looked into his eyes, it was as quiet as a Dead Sea. Occasionally, she could see some ripples, which seemed to be caused by anger or something else, so complicated that she couldn't see through.
Not only did her faintly beating nerves feel pain, but her heart beat was irregular, making her chest stuffy.
She didn't dare to look into John eyes. She turned to Noah and asked, "Noah, is your hand okay? You can't hurt your hand, or how can you fight with those criminals with weapons?"
"I'm fine." Noah turned his wrist in front of Nina, looked over her shoulder and looked to John.
Just now, the light that had finally been lit up by Nina was slowly being extinguished in John's eyes, leaving behind endless sadness.
The outline of John gradually weakened, as if he was enveloped by a layer o
ore John clenched his fists, the more he smashed them into his heart. There were footprints of Nina on it. He said in a trembling voice, "I really can't stand it."
"I don't hate her kicking me for Noah. I hate myself for not finding a way to make her remember me again." John gradually loosened his fists, as if he had used up all his strength.
He was not a person who was eager for quick success and instant benefit, and he was not a person who was not confident. But everything changed after he met Nina.
"John..." It was the first time for Vicente to hear so many words from him. He had been indifferent and calm this month. So Vicente had thought that he would really accept it, but it turned out that he hadn't.
He couldn't even accept that Nina had forgotten him.
He didn't say a word. How painful he was!
Vicente opened her mouth. The sadness around her choked her throat, unable to say anything to comfort John.
She could do nothing but watch John left.
This 𝓬ontent is taken from f(r)eeweb(n)ovel.𝒄𝒐𝙢