"Vera, don't go too far with your acting. You followed me here, and now you've brought a stranger to act with you," Jared was not happy with the situation.
The staff couldn't bear to see it and helped me out, bringing me a new urn. I remained silent throughout the process.
Jared looked at me like this, perhaps feeling a little guilty. He let go of Wendy and walked slowly to my side, gently stroking my back and softly saying above, "Vera, it's my fault. The weather has been cloudy and rainy these days, and I've been with Wendy the whole time, neglecting to accompany you properly. I'll make it up to you next time. We've been together for so long that a few days won't make a difference. Be good, let's go home."
Jared tried to help me up with a gentle force, but I ignored him and remained sitting there.
Jared, who had always had no patience for others, darkened her face and said in a low voice, "Vera, stop while you're ahead. Taking care of Wendy is my responsibility; you don't need to make trouble."
Wendy's car accident was caused by Jared's drunkenness when he missed his first love that night. They both believed that it was only right for him to take care of Wendy personally.