The man in front of me hung up the phone, glanced my way, and let out a soft scoff. "Tsk, what a hassle."His cold tone was exactly the same as always. I watched him leave the bedroom, and tears welled up in my eyes once more.-I didn't even have five minutes to be sad.The man returned to the room, appearing within my blurry field of vision, and a mug of warm, sweet milk was pressed against my lips.I blinked, looking up at him and staring with my teary eyes."What's that look for?" he asked. "Aren't you hungry?"I parted my lips. As the warm, sweet milk slid down my tongue into my throat, my gaze never left him.After holding the mug there and feeding me half of the milk, he unnaturally averted his gaze and ordered, "Hold the mug yourself.""Oh, okay." I sniffled and held the mug gingerly, and the tears clinging to my lashes fell straight into the milk, one after another, more and more.Seemingly unable to watch anymore, he reached out, wiped the corner of my eye and sof
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