Originally, I had a lot of resentment and anger in my heart, and now I just don’t know where to vent it.


    Reynaldo looked at me deeply, his eyes tinged with red, making my heart.


    race.


    I stuttered, “You, you seemed a bit off today. It’s not a good time to talk about these emotional issues. Let’s discuss it next time.”


    After saying that, I hurriedly got out of the car.


    This time he didn’t stop me


    However, I took a few steps and then realized that my phone and bag had been left in his car.


    I went back to get my bag again.


    However, when I opened the car door, I saw him lying on the steering wheel, his muscles tense as if in great pain.


    I took the bag and hesitated whether to “check on him” or just leave.


    After much hesitation, I chose the former.


    I pursed my lips and asked him, “What’s wrong with you?”


    “You don’t need to worry about it!”


    Reynaldo spoke in a dull voice, tense and suppressed, with a hint of panting, clearly in pain.


    There was a moment when I really didn’t want to care about him.


    However, looking at him like this, I still feel a little reluctant.


    I said to him, “The hospital is right here, do you want to go in and have a look?”


    Reynaldo didn’t move or make a sound.


    I sighed lightly and said, “Well, I’m leaving, really leaving.”


    He still didn’t react.


    I didn’t say anything more, got out of the passenger seat, and mmed the door.


    As soon as I mmed the door, he looked at me fiercely, with a terrifyingly resentful look in his eyes.


    However, when he saw me standing outside and not leaving, a look of surprise shed across his face.


    I opened the car door again and looked at his pale face, sighing, “Don’t be mad at me first, your health is more important.”


    When I said this, his eyes welled up with tears again.


    He turned his face slightly away, his profile filled with grievances and


    stubbornness.


    He was like a young man with strong self–esteem and sensitivity.


    I reached out to pull him, “Okay, let’s talk about our issuester, let’s go see the doctor first.”


    He shook off my hand and said self–mockingly, “Sometimes, I feel like I’m


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    sick and bing very abnormal.”


    Many times, I clearly liked you, cared about you, and worried about you, but the words that came out of my mouth ended up hurting you.


    Do you think that every time I hurt you with my words, my heart doesn’t ache?


    Perhaps I really couldn’t love someone, I don’t know how to love.


    I seemed to only get angry. Every time I saw you with Winston or with Anton, I would be insanely jealous.


    When you were young, you liked Anton. Later, you liked Winston. You have never been kind to me.


    “I was jealous, really, Esmeralda, I was jealous of them, almost to the point of madness.”


    I stared at him nkly, my heart trembling incessantly.


    I opened my mouth, wanting to say something, but my throat seemed to be blocked by something, and I couldn’t make a sound..


    Reynaldo leaned back in his chair, his face as white as a sheet.


    I instinctively looked at his chest, thinking his wound had split open.


    However, there was not a drop of blood on his chest.


    What’s wrong with him?


    He closed his eyes slightly, and even his lips began to turn pale.


    There was a thinyer of fine sweat beads on his forehead.


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    It is evident that he was really in pain.