Joyce sat in the room, dazed for a while, and looked up to see that Justin hadn't left yet.
She slowly raised her eyes, "Excuse me, I want to be alone. Please, you can leave now."
Justin’s thin lips lightly pursed, and his throat rolled up and down. He wanted to say something, but finally thought better of it.
He hesitated to tell Joyce that his broken legs two years ago were not actually Joyce's responsibility, but …
Joyce carried this guilt and responsibility for him for two years in silence.
And he, too, had only recently learned the truth of the matter.
At this moment, he hesitated and retreated.
If she was told the truth, she would stay even farther away from him and she would by no means accept him.
He was torn inside for a long time before he spoke, "Okay. I'll go back first; you get some rest."
He leaned over, picked up her phone, entered his phone number, and dialed his own cell phone.
"This is my current cell phone number. If anything happens, be sure to call me."
The atmosphere today told him it was not the best time to talk to her in detail about the past.
Joyce nodded gently as she picked up her phone.
Looking at the unfamiliar phone number, she noted the name "Justin".
The first time she looked through the address book, she had saved his phone number, and the note read "Justin". In the days of his disappearance, she dialed the number countless times, and she could still remember it clearly.
She froze for a long time, then deleted his past number.
Today, she instinctively noted it as Justin Henderson instead of just Justin.
Since when had Justin become more and more blurred in her mind? Now in her mind, from time to time, the figure of Luther would come up, lingering.
Justin looked despondent and turned to leave the room, gently closing the door behind him.
He was gone for a long time, and she did not notice that, still dazed.
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