However, he seemed to turn a deaf ear to her words. He just stared at her and said, "Are you going to hurt me, Sis?"
Her body shuddered as she felt her throat tighten as if some words were stuck in it.
His eyes were fixed on her as if he was going to see through her.
"Is that a difficult question?" After a long silence, he muttered, "It's all right if you don't want to answer, but let me remind you..."
He bent slowly while his lips got close to her ear. He whispered, "Never hurt me, all right?"
As long as she did not hurt him, he would praise her to the heavens, love her to the earth, and even protect her, making sure she was happy and safe for the rest of her life.
As long as she did not hurt him!
...
In the huge room, Grace fidgeted, occasionally checking the clock on her phone and calculating how long it would be before she heard any news about her best friend.
Jason, on the other hand, had changed into a set of casual clothes and was sitting on the sofa, leafing through some professional reports.
Looking at the elegantly seated Jason, Grace could not help but think of the words he had said earlier.
He said that she must never hurt him.
The problem was, she could not hurt him at all! What he said was a little redundant.
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