Summer placed a bouquet in front of the tombstone. She thought her tears had dried up, but at this moment, her eyes welled up and tears flowed again.
She wept hysterically, pounding her hands on the ground, and cried out loud. Pain was ripping through and almost paralyzed her.
"Mark, you can’t let her continue on like this anymore." It pained Jazz to see her, his eyes reddening.
Mark was also standing in the rain, quietly looking at her. He shook his head to stop Jazz. Crying her eyes out was also a way of releasing her emotions.
'Damn it!' Jazz turned around as he could not stand it anymore. It seemed that God was not too kind to good people.
After crying and yelling, Summer calmed down at last. She stood up, her body still trembling as she dragged herself away in the rain.
Mark took off his trench coat and put it on her.
She pulled off the trench coat and spat out her words with a blank expression. "Go now. Our relationship ends here. There will be nothing between us from now
H on.
"What are you talking about?” Mark's voice was so sullen, just like the cloudy sky. He clasped at her waist and was not willing to let go.
Her body was still trembling when Summer repeated herself. "I said, go. Our relationship ends here, and there will be nothing between us from now on.” 1
She was callous and determined. Rain poured down, soaking her from head to toe.
He did not shut his eyes for as long as she did not sleep, and as much pain as she felt, he also felt the same. His eyes looked scarlet, and his voice so hoarse that it grated on the ears. "Retract what you said.”
He did not want to hear her say something like this-not one bit at all. He could not shake the pain off his heart, so he leaned over and planted his lips on hers.
His lips were trembling, just like hers. But the kisses did not taste sweet but bitter, helpless, and grievous.
Jazz did not want to look anymore. He turned around. He was also soaked to the skin, his black suit looking a s if he had just fished it out of the water. It hurt him too because of the two of them.
Summer pushed Mark away with all her strength and then stepped back slowly. "Let's not meet again."
She would think of Ronald, the death of her dad and the baby in her womb,and the blood flowing out from her body if they met again. She would think of herself as the culprit.
Jazz stepped past Mark and clasped her arm. "Get in the car." 1
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