After Patrick left, I poured two glasses of water and set one in front of Bryson.He spoke first."You've really changed a lot."I was a little surprised, then said, "Bryson… let me tell you a story."I told him everything that had happened in my previous life. What I had once buried in my heart, suffocating me, now poured out. I didn't expect Bryson to actually listen.I watched his eyes slowly redden, and I asked with a faint smile, "So, Bryson… do you know what it really means to love someone?"He opened his mouth, but no words came.I closed my eyes and recalled the memories, a small, almost imperceptible curve forming on my lips."Last year, you were running from doctor to doctor for Christina, who had sprained her ankle, while I nearly died from postpartum hemorrhage."And when Logan had a 40-degree fever, you were celebrating Christina's successes."It turned out that even old wounds could be recounted casually, without stirring the pain that had once seemed unbearable
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