Alice could feel the warmth of his soft fingers and his gentle movements.
He was as careful as if he was holding a treasure.
Her whole body became tense. This dream was so beautiful and real.
It was as if he was crying. Henrick was crying. Why was he crying? Was it because of her?
Henrick calmed down and said with a smile, "Allie, can I wait for you in the future? When you want to see me in the future, I will stand behind you. As long as you turn around, you'll be able to see me. As long as you look up, you'll be able to see me. I will always be by your side. Don't be in so much pain, okay?"
"Is that okay?" He choked with sobs. He had never felt sorry for anyone before.
He had never felt so heartbroken.
He stretched out his hands and gently held her little face, capturing her tears that kept gushing out.
They just stared at each other quietly.
At the same time, he also understood one thing. Love had consumed all her patience, and what was left was disappointment, fatigue, and indifference.
Alice was in such a state towards him.
No one in the world could live without anyone. Time could consume all enthusiasm.
The two looked at each other for a long time. Alice felt the heat and strength of his hand. Such a real feeling made her sober up a lot.
"He... Henrick," she cried out.
"Alice, I'm here." Henrick closed his eyes and let his tears flow. He smiled again and said in a gentle voice, "Allie, I love you!"
Looking at her red lips, which became red and moist because of her crying, he couldn't help but lower his head and kiss her.
Her lips were very cold, and he was very hot. When they collided, they were mixed with each other's tears, salty and bitter.
After a long time, he suddenly felt that the person in his arms was motionless. He gently looked away and saw a scene that made him neither able to laugh nor cry. Alice had fallen asleep while kissing him.
Henrick suddenly laughed and wiped away the tears on his face. She would forget everything that he had said and done that night.
Feeling helpless and distressed, he started the car and took Alice home.
When he arrived at the door of Alice's house, he parked the car steadily, unfastened his seat belt, got out of the car, and went to the passenger seat.
He opened the car door, helped Alice unfasten her seat belt, and carefully lifted her out.
Marlon, who was standing on the second floor, saw this scene and immediately trotted downstairs to speak to Henrick.
When Henrick saw his son, he greeted him with a smile. "Thank you, Marlon!"
He held Alice in his arms, as if he wasn't struggling at all.
Indeed, it wasn't difficult. Alice was very thin, and he didn't feel much in his arms after years of training.
He just felt that her body was very soft, and from time to time, it emitted the fragrance that he had always missed.
Marlon looked at his mother worriedly. "How did my mother get drunk?"
"She went to a party tonight and had a few drinks."
"No." Marlon looked at his father, who only appeared after several years.
Looking at his son's deep gaze, Henrick felt like his heart was empty.
Sure enough, in the next moment, Marlon said, "When my mother's in a bad mood, she drinks. Did you make my mother angry?"
Henrick looked at his son and said nothing. Alice was in so much pain because of him.
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