On the day I returned to China, Vincent immediately held a press conference for me. The live camera mercilessly captured every scar on my body. He lifted up my tattered clothes to show my scarred thighs.
"Alex Brown's experience is heartbreaking. I urge everyone to consider safety as the primary consideration when traveling abroad." Vincent's voice echoed in the venue, "Don't risk going to dangerous areas for the sake of excitement, which will cause unnecessary difficulties for rescue workers. This time, on behalf of the Smith's family group, I donated 50 million to the disaster area. I hope everyone can understand Alex Brown's situation."
After an impassioned speech, Vincent and Violet Smith, who were dressed in bright clothes , took a photo with me. They were so well-matched, and I, in dishevel, hid behind them like a miserable dog. The flash lights came on, and I seemed to be back at the scene of the explosion. I squatted down with my head covered as usual, and my whole body trembled.
Violet Smith hurriedly protected Vincent behind her, her eyes full of disgust and disgust. "What tricks are you trying to play?" After smelling the stench on me, she frowned slightly and persuaded the reporter to leave, " Alex Brown , don't be ungrateful. It was you who was willful and naughty and insisted on taking pictures in the danger zone that missed the rescue. Everything you have experienced is your own fault!"
I covered my head and looked at the bloodstains left on the ground, my heart was blank. They abandoned me, but they blamed me instead. In order to hype, they turned black and white and blamed all the mistakes on me. But Violet Smith was right. I fell in love with her and it was my own fault. So, from now on, I will never bother her again.
My silence angered Violet Smith even more . She pushed my shoulder hard like she did when she was a child. "Come on, the reporters are gone, stop pretending to be sympathetic. Everyone knows how arrogant and domineering Alex Brown is." Alex Brown was indeed arrogant and wanton. But this month of torture has taught me to obey. The Alex Brown who loved Violet Smith is dead, died in the streets of a foreign country in the flames of war, died of the betrayal of his beloved. What came back now is just a walking corpse at the mercy of others. Those unforgettable loves have long been dissipated in blood and tears, and no longer exist.
During the stalemate, the staff couldn't stand it anymore and sent a blanket over. But I was so scared that I shivered and walked into the car obediently with my head down. Vincent skillfully sat in the passenger seat that used to belong to me. My favorite basketball pillow and couple pendants were also cleaned up, as if I had never existed.
Vincent looked back at me and opened a bag of potato chips. Violet Smith , who has mysophobia and never allows me to eat in the car , seemed to have been accustomed to it and did not stop me. The aroma of potato chips wafted over, and my stomach rumbled. The strong feeling of hunger made me swallow my saliva.
" After not seeing you for a month, you've learned to act pitiful." Violet Smith 's voice sounded coldly, "I don't think you'll ever change your jealous habit!" As she said that, she threw the remaining potato chips at my face. The potato chip crumbs fell all over me, but this humiliation was not even one ten-thousandth of what I had experienced.
I quickly knelt in the car and stuffed the potato chips that were scattered everywhere into my mouth like crazy. Vincent covered his mouth with a scream, "Hey, what are you doing? It's so dirty." Violet Smith stopped the car on the side of the road, " Alex Brown , Vincent didn't prepare food for you. If you keep pretending like this, get out! Don't be disgusting here!"
I looked at Violet Smith, still holding a handful of potato chips tightly in my hand. They would never understand that when I was extremely hungry, I could kneel down and kowtow for a piece of moldy bread, and I could be beaten to a bloody pulp for a sip of clean water. In the face of life and death, love or not is not important at all. Ten years of love is not as good as these potato chips in front of me.
