Cassie listened to her with red eyes. Soon, tears fell down. She clenched her hand, hardly, "Irish, you are an idiot. Do you still remember I am your friend? You didn't tell me what had happened. You..."
She was more in pain than she had just been hurting.
Irish said nothing more but bowed her head and clenched her lips.
She did not want to involve Cassie in crying for her, but this truth had been hidden for a long time, and Irish thought the scar had been cured. As soon as she shared it, she still felt the pain.
It was when the atmosphere was low that the cell phone at the table rang. The bell hurried, breaking the sad atmosphere that haunted the two.
Irish sniffled her nose hard, adjusted her breath, and picked up her cell phone to connect. Unexpectedly, as soon as she heard the first two words, she suddenly got up. "What?"
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