For a moment, my heart throbbed in pain, and I couldn't say a word. I allowed him to kiss me, as my punishment.
"I didn't know what poppy flowers looked like, before. I've only heard people speak of their beauty, but I'd never seen it, until Myanway. Indeed, as people say, once you've seen and sniffed them, you'll never forget them. Hendrix, you're similar to poppy flowers."
In the darkness, I opened my mouth, and I couldn't help but feel conflicted.
He stopped moving, and his breathing was still a little rapid. Even though I couldn't see his face in the dark, I was able to guess his expression.
"Why did you go to Myanway?"
As he asked, he put his hands tightly around my waist, as if he was afraid that I would run away.
I was thinking about how to answer him, but I couldn't find a reasonable answer. I just smiled and said, "Destiny led me there."
He seemed to frown. "To hide from me?"
I pursed up my lips and didn't say anything. Maybe it was good to let him misunderstand me.
If I couldn't give him a future, I might as well be cruel, and push him away.
A short- term loss was better than long- term agony!
He loosened his grip on my waist and asked in a low voice, "Who did you go with?"
I couldn't think of a way to answer him. "You should ask who came back with me."
There was a faint chill in the air. I thought he was angry.
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