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Grace jumped out of the master bedroom again, repeating the previous words. But her mother's question was more direct: "Scott, who is next to you? Aren't you with Hannah?" Scott was upset by Grace's noise, pushed her to the ground, and hurriedly picked up the phone to explain: "Mom, Hannah is fine, I'll ask her to tell you she's safe." He hung up the phone in a hurry without saying anything more.

Scott ignored Grace who was sitting on the floor and crying, picked up the car keys and went out. He found the new address I had sent him, stepped on the accelerator and rushed out. On the way, he still took the time to call me, but unfortunately, no one answered the phone.

On the first day of the cold war, I found a place to stay nearby and sent the address to Scott . At that time, my mind was in a mess. I was reluctant to give up the five-year relationship, but I didn't want a flawed love. Scott was the same. He didn't want to break up, but he didn't admit his mistakes or show his willingness to repent. He just occasionally released some cheap care and asked me if I had calmed down.