"Actually, they might not necessarily not want you. Perhaps they had their own reasons. Leaving this letter might just be to help you give up and live your life well."
Chad Yakov cupped her face in his hands, speaking deliberately.
This was the most beautiful explanation he could think of.
If it really was like that, then her parents truly loved her.
"Yes, it must be that way. They didn't really not want me; there must have been a reason..." Victoria Gibson broke into a smile through her tears, letting go of his hand, and for the first time, smiled like a child.
She reached out to wipe away the tears on her face and held onto his arm again.
"I was too emotional just now, and lost control a bit. Did I hurt you? Let me check."
"I'm fine, just a bit traumatized from seeing someone cry so terribly." Chad Yakov avoided her hand pulling at his clothes, hiding the red marks on his arm, teasing nonchalantly.
