and was staring at her without blinking,
The carriage had been quiet for a long t
Nathen watched as she frantically pulled up the zipper, just like tossing a hot potato, and threw the entire bag back onto the rear seat. He then raised his hand and locked the car door, along with all the windows.
“Do you recognize me?” he said, his tone still calm, as if discussing the upcoming plans, without any other emotions apparent,
Kenna could hear the beep of the car door locking
Her blood began to flow backwards.
A chilling coldness, colder than the winter wind outside, slowly crept up her spine and reached the back of her head.
She withdrew her hand, curled up her feet, leaned towards the side of the car door, and forced a smile on her face,
“Nathen, what’s wrong with you? Wasn’t your eyes feeling uncomfortable?”
Seeing that she was still pretending not to know, Nathen also smiled, imitating her innocent and romantic tone.
“Yeah, I saw these chat records, so my eyes were very uncomfortable.”
And you, after you finished reading, did you feel uncomfortable anywhere? Was it your eyes? Or your heart? Or somewhere else?
He imitated the tone, coupled with that fake smile, which made Kenna unable to resist the urge to scream.
She could no longer continue acting, and a terrified expression appeared on her face, as if she had seen a ghost.
“I didn’t do anything! She committed suicide, Nathen!”
Nathen knew, of course, that Melanie had committed suicide. But could that absolve her of everything she had done?
If Kenna hadn’t used such despicable means to provoke Melanie, her depression wouldn’t have relapsed again, and she wouldn’t have thought of ending
her life.
If he was the sickle that severed her hope to live on, then Kenna was the hand that held the knife.
They were accomplices and together forced a person to death.
We should have received punishment together.
Acceptance, punishment in exchange for a life.
