"This question is very profound," Ralph Koch nodded silently, placing the red wine in his hand on the table.
Leaning over, he glanced in Matthew Morgan’s direction, his elbow resting on the sofa, his hand supporting his head, "I’ve... always been loved by others; I’ve never really loved anyone."
Matthew Morgan glanced over with a cold look.
Ralph Koch changed his posture.
Today he wore a casual white sweater, designed with longer sleeves, which he loved to tug on to cover his hands.
He extended his long index finger from the sleeve, rubbing his nose, looking as if he was seriously pondering.
After a while, he said, "If I truly love soone, that ans I’m considering spending a lifeti with them.
A lifeti is long, filled with many events.
Life or death, danger or peace... If we’re both alive and life is peaceful, I’d wish to bind him to , never leaving his side for a second.
But..."
Ralph Koch lowered his hand, his gaze unfocused as he looked ahead, eyes clear and affectionate.
His voice beca softer and narrow-minded, "If my situation is one of ’death’ or danger, then I would want him to leave.
He might hate , he might question my feelings. But what does it matter, as long as he’s safe."
"Of course..."
Ralph Koch suddenly turned his head, staring at Matthew Morgan sitting there.
The light just happened to shine on his deep eyes. Without wearing red contact lenses, his pupils were pure black, exceptionally clear.
With the light’s refraction, they seed crystal clear and pure.
He said, "But if it’s he who’s in a ’death’ or dangerous situation, I wouldn’t hesitate to stand by his side. I yearn to lay down my life for him, as long as he is well."
Ralph Koch smiled at Matthew Morgan, "So, before, I didn’t understand. I just thought you were too harsh on Chloe, making her so sad.
But, when I learned a certain truth, I suddenly understood you."
"Loren’s existence is like a ti bomb, one you can’t control..."
Ralph Koch sighed deeply.
He rose from the sofa with the wine and walked toward Matthew Morgan, putting the wine on the table.
Matthew Morgan glanced down at the wine in the glass.
Under the light’s refraction, the wine in the glass was especially pure red, exuding a bewitching allure.
Like the black night of this imperial city.
Seemingly calm, yet already beginning to tear apart...
...
At six the next morning, Chloe Grant woke up on ti, took a shower, and tidied herself up.
To be exact, she hadn’t really slept at all.
Her mind weighed down by too many concerns.
She gathered all the necessary docunts, including her household registration book, slung on a black backpack, and went downstairs.
"Chloe."
Just as Chloe Grant stepped out, she heard a familiar call from the living room.
She paused and turned around, realizing it was Lucas Morgan.
"What’s wrong?" Chloe Grant asked.
Lucas Morgan walked over to her, "Nothing in particular, just thought on such a special day, I want to take you there."
Lucas Morgan stood in front of Chloe Grant.
Chloe Grant instinctively shook her head, "No need, Mr. Morgan. I’ve already asked Uncle Morgan..."
"Are you really going to let him take you?" Lucas Morgan interrupted Chloe Grant, staring at her.
Chloe Grant’s every action halted, her eyes dimd.
She moved her lips, wanting to say: Yes! I want him to co! I want him to see marry soone else, I want him to give his blessing!
But...
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