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786 If your heart is broken, I would wrap those pieces with my heart
“Then who was crying in quilt every night?” Stuart asked in a low voice, cutting the heartstring tightened tightly like a knife. He installed the monitor in her bedroom. He knew everything in her bedroom. She was painful in these two months. Every night she cried to fall into sleep. And then she was wakened up by nightmare. Every night. But she still had to pretend to be fine on day. Now he said he knew all these. Didn’t he know the reason? “So, you just stood there watching me cry, right?” Eddie raised her palm-size face. Her eyes were filled with tears. At the moment, she fixed her eyes on him. She knew he was also looking at her at the moment. Both fell into silence. At the moment, the narrow warehouse was wrapped by the wired atmosphere. Eddie knew Stuart did
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