Evil always comes from courage

"Get out of here! Get out of here! Don't appear in front of me! Go to your followers!"

I don't know how many cups I have thrown out. The sound of breaking is endless. I even threw the teapot out. The tea poured out and watered the wool carpet. I threw several cups with all my strength. cup, I felt that my wrist was beginning to feel a little sore, and I had lost my breath. I didn’t know what to say...

In a moment of silence, a voice faltered in a low voice with a hint of hesitation;

"I...I'm sorry to offend you...but I have no ill will towards you...You seem to have misunderstood...I may...not be the person you thought...……"

Alice Letasha raised her head suddenly. She lifted up her nightgown with one hand in surprise and touched an oil lamp on the other side with her other hand.

Because she recognized that voice, it was Henry Jane's, it was his voice, that nice and steady voice, tainted with a hint of cowardice and regret, trembling slightly, like some kind of revelation sound made by the flapping of moth wings.

"is it you? henry……"

Alice Letasha groped in the dark and got out of bed. She finally found an oil lamp. The whole room suddenly became brighter and was no longer so dark. She looked at the darkness in the corner and looked forward. Henry Jane also shrank toward the corner uneasily and replied softly;

"Yes, it's me."

Alice Letasha also saw clearly that the dark figure in the corner was indeed Henry Jane, so she frowned and asked in confusion;

"Why are you here?"

Under the dim light, Henry Jane lowered his head, looking uncomfortable, and replied in a low voice;

"I heard some noises and opened the door with the key. You seemed to be having a nightmare."

Alice Letasha sighed in despair, and pressed the oil lamp in her hand downwards. Suddenly the light and shadow in the room also swallowed up some of the light.

"Yes, that's right, I had a really bad nightmare."

After a moment of silence, Alice Letasha suddenly raised the oil lamp and shined it into the corner. She looked at Henry Jane with a tired look on her face;

"Are you okay? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have thrown the cup at you and yelled. I thought I was still dreaming.……"

As she spoke, her voice became softer and softer, and the oil lamp in her hand was lowered and lowered, until finally, the oil lamp was mostly covered by some furniture in the room, and the light was so dim that no one could see anyone's face clearly.

Now her voice was completely choked, with guilt and remorse, and those complicated emotions were choking her throat, making it gradually difficult for her to speak. No matter what it was, it sounded like sophistry. The current situation was simply terrible.

What on earth is she doing? Howling at those who have lost their friends and their home? At least, at least she originally hoped not to show her bad side, but it happened to be him, it happened to be Henry. Simple, the person she least wanted him to see.

He lost his friends, his family, and maybe even his home. He was the only survivor. He was so unfortunate. After experiencing the suffering of Redner Manor, he encountered a shipwreck again.

Is she going to show cowardice that may not be worth mentioning in front of such a person whose life is full of suffering and sorrow, and ask for comfort from such a poor person?

How could she use this little bit of cowardice to insult the person who really needed comfort and help? How could she yell in front of him? What a heartbreaking disaster!

"I know……"

It was rare that Henry Jane did not remain silent. He responded quickly, which made Alice Letasha think there was something wrong with her ears. She subconsciously raised the oil lamp and asked;

"What? what do you know?"

Henry Jane paused, as if he did not expect that Miss Alice Letasha would interrupt him at this time, and continued after a slight silence;

"Your words sound strange, and I know you are scared."

This time, Miss Alice Letasha was silent. He lifted the burning oil lamp and finally put it on the table. He murmured hesitantly and asked again;

"Ah...so that's what I was talking about...are you injured?"

Henry Jane just smiled bitterly;

"Fortunately, your technique for throwing the cup was poor."

"Ha ha……"

Alice Letasha chuckled awkwardly a few times, and the expression on her face quickly returned to calmness but soon turned into a bitter smile. Finally, Alice Letasha bit her lip and looked away. , just to hold back the tears that kept rolling in his eyes, not wanting this person who was already suffering enough in his heart to hold back his inner sorrow at this time and turn his head to comfort himself.

Henry Jane said again;

"please don't be afraid……"

If Alice Letasha raised her head now, she would probably be able to see his blue eyes full of sadness, the corner of his mouth that was pretending to be strong, and a reply full of suffering. , a gentle but heart-wrenching smile.