Suddenly, something in my heart collapsed. I was paralyzed in the cold corner of the wall. But I didn't have the strength to stand up at all.
At that moment, the feeling of heartache completely overpowered the pain in my feet, except the pain in my heart, I felt nothing.
When Vincent opened the door and came in, he saw me crouching weakly in the corner with tears on my face. He only glanced at me and immediately knew that I had eavesdropped on their conversation. His face softened and he sighed. Then he bent down and picked me up from the ground.
"I told you to sleep well, but you didn't listen to me. Now you are crying like this, how can I comfort you?" Vincent really didn't know how to comfort people. I was already very sad, how could he still have the mood to complain that I was cryi
