He was filthy, locked in a truck bound for a meat market, looking dazed.
I couldn't bear it and was about to pay for him when Charles stepped in ahead of me.
He took Tommy to several pet hospitals, not minding how dirty he was at all.
I thought that anyone who could be so kind to an animal couldn't be a bad person.
Feeling a strange flutter in my heart, I asked Charles for his contact information.
After we became friends, I found out that Charles already had a girlfriend.
Looking at the photos of Charles with a genuine smile, it felt like my heart was being stabbed repeatedly by a dull knife.
Perhaps fate heard my wish because they soon broke up.
Anna left the country with a rich guy for the money.
Seeing photos of Charles drunk in his Facebook posts, I couldn't hold back my secret hopes anymore and went to the bar to find him.
Under the dim lights, the once proud young man broke down in tears before me.
As I gently patted Charles' trembling shoulders, I made a silent vow.
"I'll be good to you."
Under my persistence, we naturally ended up together, and we adopted Tommy, who had barely survived.
I knew Anna was still a thorn in Charles' heart, but I didn't mind.