Liliana froze, the words hanging in the air.
Her delicate features twisted into a complex expression.
She looked at the handsome young man lounging on the sofa, a weary indifference on his face, and her heart ached with pity.
Her soft lips trembled. After a long silence, she finally found her voice. "Liam, you..."
Liam’s gaze was downcast, one arm draped casually over the back of the sofa. A faint, unreadable smile played on his lips. His tone was flippant, a deliberate attempt at nonchalance. "Dear Liliana, you don't need to pity me. I told you before."
"What's past is past. It's not worth worrying about."
How could she not worry?
Her heart went out to him. She pressed her lips together, her mind racing to find words of comfort.
As if reading her mind, Liam chuckled, his eyes narrowing slightly as he tried to console her in turn. "Really, Liliana, you don't have to worry about me. It's all in the past."
Liliana was speechless.
What was she supposed to do?
The more he insisted it was nothing, the more it gnawed at her.
Something like that... it was impossible to just get over it.
She lowered her gaze, her brow furrowed. After a moment's thought, she started to speak. "Then, you..."
It was as if he could read her thoughts. The moment she opened her mouth, he knew what she was going to ask.

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