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Ian's pov: After complaining and hitting me many times, she dozed off on my chest but sleep was far from my eyes. While looking at her face, I got lost in the past, Yes, she never asked me to marry her, it was me who wanted to get married to her as soon as possible, it was me who proposed to her for marriage. She deserves to know the truth, but what I'll tell her? How I'll explain my mental condition to her, I brush off the hair from her beautiful face, feeling my fingers over her face, she snuggles into my chest like a small baby. I also tightened my grip around her and pulled almost half of her body over mine. Her soft breath was fanning my chest, and her stubborn hair once again covered her face. I gently tangle her hair with my finger and removed her strand from her

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