(Lena's POV)
I felt my consciousness draining away and the only person I knew was Rafael. He held me in his arms and tears flowed down my face.
I just wanted to question him so badly.
Why did you leave in the first place, and why do you refuse to let me go now.
Rafael gently stroked my head, I felt his breath close and heard him whisper in my ear, "I'm sorry, Lena, I'm late."
"Don't be afraid."
But I'm not afraid anymore. The only thing I'm afraid of is the moment just now when the person approached me and I was afraid of the other person's touch.
These days, I've just been through too much of this.
However, even so, I still want to resist flirting with a few words.
Being the woman of a man like Raphael would probably be a terrible death if you weren't lucky enough.
That would pr
