What savagery

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The smile on Jeremy's lips froze. In an instant, his lips curled up again. "Yes, yes. I'm the bastard."

He reached out to hold my head and asked in a low voice, "This bastard wants to take you home now. Are you scared?"

Jeremy's face was so close to mine. Somehow, I remembered the day of my mother's funeral.

As the crowd dispersed, I was still crying my heart out. The setting sun made both the sky and the ground orange. The world was empty and quiet to me, and only Jeremy was there by my side.

He held me in his arms, and his eyes were red. He didn't say a thing but gave me the sense of security I needed.

It was also at that moment that his excessive warmth gave me the illusion that he would be by my side for the rest of my life.

At that time, I had only one idea on my mind, "He's the one."

Who knew that we would break up in the end?

I sniffled. "Jeremy, I miss my mother."

He was there in my youth. When I was most desperate, he wiped away my tears and led me forward.