She really didn't want him to leave, but she was forced to do so.
If he had not been that woman's stepchild, all of this would not have been so heart-wrenching.
Her heartbeat had already exceeded what she should have felt.
His hands had been hesitating on her back whether to hold her tightly.
At this time, she was counting down to ten in her heart, and after she finished counting, she would leave him.
When counting "two", she was very fortunate to count "one" and that was when the world would be apocalypse.
That way, they would be able to be together forever...
In the end, her fantasy was just a fantasy. Soon, she left his arms.
The image fixed on his hand. It was still hanging, motionless, and his eyes were still fixed on her.
This was not the first time she took the initiative t
