"I'm a loser?" Owen dared not to kick the door, so he kicked the wall instead. "Liam Claus isn't a loser. Has he come to rescue you? No, he hasn't. Open your f*****g eyes and look. It's me. It's me who always wants to save you."
"I don't need it."
Without Owen, Amber believed that she could do things more smoothly. His appearance only upset her.
"You..."
Owen went vexed. However, he couldn't do anything.
Amber didn't have the mood to continue the conversation. She wanted to keep her energy instead of arguing with him. Lowering her head, she drew something on the ground which could calm her down.
Seeing her ignore him, Owen became heated. He remarked deliberately, "I can never understand artists like you. You're almost dying but still have the mood to draw. Those things cannot save yo
