Dawn Sutherland stood in place, watching the figure in front of the floor-to-ceiling window appear so lonely and desolate in the cold early morning.
Dawn's heart couldn't help but ache, he softly walked over, silently approached her, only to hear her softly mutter a sentence.
"I became destitute for loving you, can you turn around and take a look at me?"
The sky at dawn was not yet bright, and the living room was only illuminated by a small wall lamp. In this quiet atmosphere, her murmurs carried a sense of helplessness and bitterness that he could clearly feel. Dawn stopped in his tracks, standing behind her.
"I can love you with all my might, I can lose everything because of loving you, but can you give me a hug to give me the motivation to keep going? My greatest fear is that I give everything to love you and approach you, only to be told you never liked me."
"Do you know how many sleeping pills I relied on to get through the sleepless nights thinking of you abroad…"
