Viola had known him for a long time. Although Orlando had acted hurt several times before, this was the first time Viola had seen him cry so sadly.
Was he really hurt?
Viola sighed helplessly, and her tone softened a little. "We agreed it was only an act. You took it seriously?"
Orlando didn't reply. He lowered his eyes, and he looked fragile.
Yes, he took it seriously. And he took her seriously.
But in the end, reality slapped him in the face and broke his heart.
Viola had nothing to say. She must always keep her head clear so she wouldn't make wrong decisions.
A show was only a show. The fake would remain fake. She never confused the real with the fake.
Besides, was Orlando trying to make her comfort him?
Impossible.
Moreover, she didn't know how to comfort people.
Viola turned and left after she coldly said, "Hurry up and clean. I'm going to sleep."