Benjamin looked at her tear-filled face with no mercy in his eyes. His voice was low and hoarse. "The reason is simple. Because you're not worthy of me."
Those words… they were so hurtful.
Jennifer froze, her eyes widening as she staggered back a few steps.
The answer was "You’re not worthy of me!"
Jennifer really liked Benjamin—she had liked him since she was a child.
She first liked him when she was little. Benjamin was about twelve years old at the time. That day, she went with her mother to the Schmidt family to see him.
The boy was dressed in white, walking towards her in the wind, like a thousand flowers blooming.
His peach blossom eyes were bright and clear, without a hint of impurity, just like the shining stars, but his whole demeanor exuded a coldness.
It was love at firs
