NovelStartJoyce did not speak, and did not look at him, his hear was racing, her breathing is a little disturbed.
"If I hadn't been wearing that badge that day, | wouldn't have dodged it either." He said seriously, "I deserved that shot. | would not
regret it if | was killed by you."
"You won't die without the badge." She finally spoke, "It would be slightly off your heart, and you'll suffer spain at most."
His body trembled and he bent down slightly.
The thin lips were infinitely close to the side of her face, "So, you couldn't letdie, could you?"
He wanted to kiss her, but always kept his sanity.
She took a deep breath.
Did she want him to die? Naturally, she did not. Otherwise, why would she in the last moment of her life, chose to kill Ricky and
save his life.
When Charlotte was there, she also had full assurance before she shot him.
"You're Andres’ dad, after all. | don't want Andres to be without his dad." She replied.
He ccloser to her, his thin lips almost on her cheek, his breath hot, spraying on her cheek.
"Is that the only reason? | don't believe it."
She instinctively stepped back a bit, but he held her firmly in place.
She did not speak.
"Obviously before, when we were at Blue Ocean, under the office, it was snowing for the first time, we had ..." He did not continue,
suddenly turning to a deep confession, "Joyce. | love you."
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith one hand, he lifted her delicate little face.
At this moment, the light flowing from his eyes is like the most shining star.
The deep confession of love makes the heart and soul drunk.
"Forgive me, OK, let's start over, OK?" His voice, full of deep love.
Joyce shuddered and her lips trembled slightly.
The last tshe heard "love" from his mouth.
It was he who confessed his love to Charlotte in front of her. It is far less shocking than this moment, late at night and without
distractions.
For sreason, her eyes welled up with the bitter pain she had suppressed for too long.
She could no longer hold them back.
She whimpered and sobbed as he patted her back.
How nice it would be if she could let out all the repressed emotions.
After a long time, when she looked up again, she had stopped her tears.
The cool voice, unfolding, "The mask has been worn for a long time, sometimes, even | forget who | am."
"During that tat Blue Ocean, | often really thought of myself as Zora, forgetting who | was and even forgetting the past. You
were kind toand | would fall into it. However, when the mask coff, | realized that | was still Joyce after all."
"Iris is still lying in the cold ground. And how can | original cool you? How can | live up to my dead daughter? She was all alone, not
even able to open her eyes and look at the beautiful world."
She pushed him away hard, "I'm sorry."
Touching her cheek, "Without the disguise, | can't fool myself anymore. I'm still the sJoyce, no longer zora."
Luther stood frozen, a pair of black eyes full of endless regret and pain. The light in his eyes dimmed a little.
She took a deep breath, "Givesmore time."
With that, she turned and ran to her room on the first floor and heavily threw the door open.
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