It always seems to be like this.
Every kiss is a solo performance for him alone.
He is deeply immersed in it, while the other person always remains detached, calm and composed.
As if every one of his impulsive acts is a joke.
Brandan thought of this and let out a silent chuckle, though his smile carried a tinge of self-mockery.
What more do you want, Brandan? Her heart?
Haven't you already understood?
You can't get it at all.
He had already prepared for a lifetime of not obtaining it, yet after being with her, he couldn't help but become greedy.
Humans truly are unsatisfied animals.
When he lost her, he thought it would be enough if she came back; but when she really returned, he wanted to possess her body and soul.
Soon, his smile became a bitter one.
"What's wrong with you?"
Iris Harris was tidying up the medical supplies, looked up at the man on the sofa whose expression was desolate, and couldn't help but ask.
