Jack looked at Clara, feeling inexplicably gloomy. 'Does she treat anyone who is injured in front of her the same way she treats me?'
"Jack." Clara walked over. "What are you standing there for? Come back quickly."
Jack stood in the darkness, gazing at her.
Clara felt hairy under his gaze. "Why are you staring at me? Is there something on my face?"
Jack desperately wanted to tell himself that he must be different in Clara's heart, but whenever he saw the look in Clara's eyes when she looked at him, as if she was just looking at her younger brother, he couldn't convince himself.
How was he any better than Jason, who was just a classmate? They were both just people who had nothing to do with love and could never enter her heart. From this point of view, he was as pathetic as Jason.
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