That man didn't love her at all.
Since he didn't love her, then she... why did she do something to hurt others for him?
"Do you regret it?" A cold voice came from behind, and Alice turned her head to see Kennedy standing behind her.
She smiled faintly, "What do I regret?"
Kennedy stared at her calmly for a while, saying, "I do not want to let her off."
"I know." Alice nodded. "But her mother and your aunt still hope you can give her a way out."
"What about you?" Kennedy turned the subject abruptly, staring at her with a fixed gaze, "What do you want me to do? Do you want me to forgive her?"
Alice, "..."
Why could Kennedy always bring questions to her? She looked at him silently for a while and said, "Don't you already know my answer?"
Hearing it, an unobtrusive smile curved Kennedy's thin lips. Then, he raised his hand, placing his fingertips on her cheeks, and gently put her hair to the back of her head.
"What should I do? I know that I can't let her off, but my wife is kind. Therefore, I have to forgive her this time."
Alice, "..."
She took a step back, avoiding Kennedy's touch.
Her hair that was in his hands disappeared at this moment, and Kennedy felt a sense of loss in his heart.
He paused, holding his hands in the air, and did not retract them for a long time.
Alice thought for a while and walked around behind him and asked, "How is your injury? Can you hold on after being out for so long?"
Hearing that, Kennedy's hand slowly dropped. He was not in a hurry to answer Alice's words, but turned around, his eyes scorching her tightly.
"Do you care about me?"
"..."
She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and nodded.
"Almost, you are a patient after all."
Kennedy looked a little aggrieved when he heard it, "Can you care more about me?"
"What?"
"I have a sore back now."
"What"
"Let me lean on you."
As soon as he finished speaking, he leaned over and attached his head to Alice's shoulder. Although his strength was not great, his weight still made Alice's slender figure take two steps back to stabilize her body.
"You!" Alice looked at the man leaning on her shoulder, a little annoyed, but still more helpless. Five years later, he was really different from before. Now he had a thick skin, and was not keen on face-saving like before.
Thinking of this, Alice reminded, "Here is the intersection, if we are photographed by the reporter..."
"So what? You are my woman. Anyway, everyone on the Internet knows it, even if we are photographed, you can just admit it."
Alice, "..."
Forget it, he was a patient, do not argue with him.
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