"Get some rest. I didn't come to you because I wanted anything from you. I just... I just... Good night, Adriana."Francesco lifted his hand, wanting to touch her head, but fearing she would become angry, he lowered it dejectedly.He only wanted to stay with her for a little while. Even if she mocked him coldly, he would accept it willingly.Adriana stared at the gently closed door.Slowly, her body slid downward until she sat on the floor beside the bed, hugging her knees to her chest.Her harsh words were a blade with sharp edges on both sides. They wounded Francesco, but they also left her covered in blood.She was good at handling complicated experimental data. Yet when it came to complicated emotions, she was completely helpless.From childhood until now, the only healthy love she had ever witnessed was between her parents.But when they left her, she was only eight years old. At that age, she didn't even understand what love was.Later, during the six months she spent be
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