Gaold packed his bags and put them on the bed.

�Don�t try.�you have work to do�Just do it without thinking about anything.�

Miro asked, closing the door with her back.

�Then what about you?�

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�You�re going to keep fighting for me like that?�in terrible pain?�So what�s left?�

�It�s not your fault.�

Gaold met his eyes for the first time.

�It�s not your fault that I�m sick or that I�m like this.�throw me out of your mind�Then you can be perfect.�

�So you ask!�How are you?�

�I�m fine.�

Gaold�s gaze was warm.

�It�s different from the past when I couldn�t do anything.�I can fight for you now�You just have to punish the evil of the world.�

Miro couldn�t contain his emotions.

�����What if I die then?�

I couldn�t stop the tears from flowing.

�Then what if you die?�If you suffer like that all your life and then die, what is your life like?�Where the hell is that life?�

�I will not die.�

Even his smile looked painful.

�Until you smile happily and look at me, I will never die.�

Miro sat on the bed and gently cupped Gaold�s hair with both hands.

�Yes, that�s right.�

Gaold was such a person.

�A follower of the Jordanian religion.�

An innocent young man who just wanted everyone�s heart to be filled with love.

�I should have known.�

However, only that young man with no talent endured the heat of hell and confessed to Miro.

�I should have known at least then.�

I should have known that on the day she said goodbye to the world, when she shouted Miro�s name to the end even as her limbs were torn.

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