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Chapter 8

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    "Look. Oh, what is there to see in the poor."

    "I just want to come back and seemy auntmy auntmy uncleuncle."

    I am extremely disappointed.  I asked stiffly, "Have you received my letters?"

    "Well, I got it."

    "Why didn't you reply?" I was emotionally agitated, and I couldn't hold back the fire, and it rushed straight up. My throat was dry and hot, my chest was tight and heavy, and I had difficulty breathing. I couldn't suppress my anger. It rushed to my forehead and was about to explode.

    "II" What else did she have to say.

    Hesitatingly, why bother to give redundant explanations.  At this moment, I want to vent out the resentment I have accumulated over the years, but the words are swallowed back.

    "Jun, you have changed." She seemed to muster up her courage before she said this, speaking so simply and neatly.

    "Change, who can't change! Everyone will change. Are you the same?" I countered with a smile.

    "Jun, why are you like this?" Her voice was extremely desolate again, desolate with tears.

    "Actually, I'm back too" Her voice choked up, "Come and see you."

    "Look at me?"

    "What's so interesting about me, heh, a poor boy with nothing, a person who cares about no one."

    "You" A girl whose eyes could speak, at this moment they were completely dull, with a deep black mark deeply burned into the muscles.

    "Jun, you have really changed, what happened these years, how did you become like this, you have become"

    "Poor, isn't it? You are sympathizing with me. The meaning of sympathy is sneering, sneering at my mental retardation."

    "How could I"

    "You will, you think so, right?" How could I be like this, do I have any grudge against her?  do i hate her  Hate her for what?  It's not that I want her to come back and stay by my side.  Pain and disease have made me extremely sensitive, extremely irritated, to all trivial matters, to all words.

    "I" She shed tears, the first time I saw her cry so sadly.

    Why am I doing this?  Is it because of the resentment accumulated for her all these years, and the pleasure of seeing her vent?  Or was it because I heard rumors from others that she was married and started a family, and I was disappointed in her?

    I should have asked in person, but what's the use of asking her!  I'm already like this now, so mentally embarrassed that I even hate myself.  I am often exhausted by being tortured by random things, and my heart is more chaotic than the most chaotic mess all day long.  Life is tiring for me; beauty is what I expect.

    When I saw her crying for me, my heart couldn't help but tremble.  I was moved, she was willing to cry for me, who has done this for me in these years.

    But where have you been all these years!  Have you ever talked to me?  I have paid so much for you, I miss you every day, and hope you can come back.  What about you?  Forget about me!  It's been so long, and you haven't responded to any of the letters I've been looking forward to!  How my pure heart has been tortured for you!  Now I am not human, ghosts are not ghosts, I am living in pain, and I am not even as good as pigs, dogs and cats that sleep when they are full!  These resentments made me even more determined to take revenge!  I want revenge!  Only by seeing the pain of the enemy with your own eyes can you get happiness!

    "Let's go! Go back to your warm South Korea and live your luxurious life! From now on, you will follow your sunny avenue, and I will follow my narrow path. I am not yours, and you are not mine.  Who, none of us know anyone!" I felt extremely relieved for my heroism, and I breathed a long sigh of relief, my heart has never been so comfortable.  The body immediately collapsed, like a barrier lake suddenly being blasted into broken foam, releasing the flood, and all the grievances disappeared.

    My eyes are confused, and at the same time, I remember all the diseases that I have suffered from missing her over the past many years.  For thinking of her, I gave almost everything I had, and lost everything I deserved, but she was at ease, happy with her family, enjoying all the glory and wealth, leaving me aside like a dead dog,  Forget me completely, completely.

    Can I deal with this kind of person?

    "Look at what I look like now." A hot current came out of my eyes, and I really couldn't help it.

    "Jun, I'm sorry!" she whimpered.

    After a long time, I calmed down, gritted my teeth, "You go." (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com
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