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“Why aren’t you asleep yet?” Lucas frowned as soon as he saw me.
I couldn’t tell if his words were out of concern or accusation.
He used to say this in the past too.
Back then, he would follow up with another question.
“Is something bothering you?”
But now, I waited and waited.
And never heard those words.
Of course, I had just witnessed his betrayal with my own eyes.
Why was I still clinging to these things?
I didn’t answer him, just looked up and stared at him intently.
“Lucas, when are we getting married?”
This was the first time I had asked this question directly.
But I had said similar things countless times before.
Back then, I would ask:
