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Seeing that I didn't say anything, Hero held my face affectionately. The look that I once loved the most now looked very disgusting.

"Baby, believe me, I just felt sorry for her and wanted to help her. You know we've known each other for a long time. Willow is a very nice person. She also said that she likes you very much."

I pushed his hand away and said coldly, "In order to be with you, my parents have long stopped giving me money. How can I give you the money?"

Hero seemed not to hear the sarcasm in my words: "Baby, you are the only child in your family. Go and explain the situation to your uncle and aunt. They will definitely help you, right?"

I asked back, "Do you like Willow ?"

There was a hint of guilt in Hero's eyes, but he immediately covered it up.

"How is it possible, baby? Everyone in the world knows that you are my favorite. She is just a schoolmate who is close to me. I just felt sorry for her and wanted to help her. Don't think too much, baby."

I stood up without even looking at him: "She is your friend, not mine. I have no obligation to help you solve these problems in her family."

Hero frowned: " Pandora , aren't you usually the kindest and most sensible? How come you have become so unsympathetic now? Your family is rich, your parents are still alive, and you have a source of income, but what about Willow ? She lost her mother when she was young, and now she has a father like this. You really, really want to eat meat!"

As he said that, he went into the house and took out his bank card. Without saying a word to me, he pushed open the door and went straight to Willow's house.

I don't know how Hero could say such shameless and morally blackmailing words, as if I was the culprit for everything Willow suffered.

I simply packed my luggage and sent a text message to Hero: [Let’s break up.] Then I blocked and deleted him.

In this life, I wonder how long he can last without my strong support.

Hero is now at a critical stage of starting a business. In my previous life, I went home to beg my parents for his company, drank so much that my stomach bled, and helped him wholeheartedly. But what about him?

Does he really like me?

On every night when we were close to each other, was he thinking about me or his good schoolmate who had passed away?