Jenson looked at Tempest. Tempest's open and candid personality regarding who he loved and hated made Jenson feel a deep reverence for him.
"You deserve better than this, Tempest," said Jenson.
"There must be a girl who'll love you in this world. She'll be able to perceive your emotions in a considerate manner and will do everything possible to make you happy."
Tempest smiled and said, "Then what’s the purpose of my life?"
Tempest was an indomitable man himself, so he would abandon himself for another.
Jenson smiled lightly. Tempest was indeed someone h e truly admired.
The next day.
Finn finally woke up from his drunken stupor and had a splitting headache. He splashed his face with cold water and drank a carton of milk before lying on the sofa again.
It seemed like his life would go on this muddled-headedly forever. He had run out of hope.
However, he seemed to feel different from the usual days of despair today. It was bizarre yet pleasant.
Nonetheless, he could not seem to figure out what it was.
Tempest knocked on the door and Finn responded listlessly, "Come in."
Tempest opened the door, walked toward Finn, and looked down at him condescendingly. He mocked, " When are you planning to give up on drinking?"
Finn shot a glance at him in low spirits and retorted," Leave me be, Tempest."
Tempest said, "Jens stopped by yesterday. It seems you can't even remember what he said to you. If that's the case, I'll be the one going on this mission instead."
Finn got up and sat still. He lifted his shaggy-looking face and asked dejectedly, "What kind of mission? I’ll d o it myself."
Tempest looked at his long messy hair and wondered whether the timid Zetty would be frightened when she saw Finn's appearance.
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