Chapter 405 Those Who Are Favored Will Always Be Unscrupulous

"It's good. I am telling the truth." I went upstairs as I spoke. I, who had been standing for too long, felt that my legs went numb and that I couldn't even bend my legs with ease. Arriving upstairs, I lay on my bed, looked at the ceiling in a daze, and muttered to myself over and over again, "I've planned to break up with him a long time ago. Since he said it, it's good. I don't have to think about how to raise it to him." "He doesn't have to be worried about me. See? I ran into that kind of thing on the street that day without telling him. And I made it on my own." "Patrick Cowell, you don't have to be worried about me anymore. You will be free in the future." It was unknown how much time had passed before I fell asleep. By the time I woke up the next day, it had been almost at noon. In my opinion, it seemed that human beings couldn't fall asleep. Last night, I had thought it through, figured it out, and gotten over it.