After dressing Rachel Wood's wounds, Woodrow Gaston brought her to the guest room next door. He then sat in the living room and cleaned up the remaining bandages and other first aid kits. Now that it was quiet, he began recounting everything she had said.

Was it right for him to help her like this?

Her life would be completely different.

It would be fine if she could live well alone, but what if she couldn't?

Was he going to let her do this?

They used to be classmates, and he wanted Rachel to be happy.

Could she be happy like this?

Woodrow kept asking himself the same questions over and over.

As an outsider, he ought to respect her decision and not interfere with her life. Yet, as her ex-classmate and long-time friend, he hoped for Rachel's happiness. He also felt that he shouldn't stay out of her business completely.

Should he go to Sebastian Brenand or not?

Which was the right or better choice for Rachel?

Right then, Woodrow felt conflicted with all these considerations.

Dream Garden.

Did Sebastian live in the Dream Garden?

***

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Hearing that, Sebastian impatiently hung up the phone and flung the phone onto the ground.

He had already lost count of the number of phones he'd destroyed these days.

It was already spring. Flowers had blossomed everywhere, but Rachel still hadn't returned.

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His parents sent him a voice note from Rachel that morning, sounding completely normal. But he was still worried because he couldn't see her face.

He hated his parents from the bottom of his heart.

He sometimes thought of going home to murder them.

Knock, knock, knock-

Someone was at the door.

Lighting a cigarette, he then opened League of Legends on his computer.

"Come in," he called out impatiently as he looked at the door.

Soon, the door opened, and Yvette Houston walked in with a glass of warm milk in her hand.

Seeing her, he didn't react, and instead, he silently started to play his game.

Whenever Sebastian felt overwhelmed and wanted to kill someone, he'd play this game.

At least he could fight and kill in this game.

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