Accept Me, Again!
His eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at me to ensure that I gave him the right photo.
“If you love someone, you will never forget the touch of that person, right, Mr. Silva?” I asked him, and he looked at me with a troubled gaze.
“They may have so many similar features, but Cynthia can’t have the same touch as mine, right?” I asked him again, tilting my head a little.
I waited patiently for him to answer this question.
He looked down at the screen again with the same troubled gaze.
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