1844 Impure Motives? (1)

When he walked out, it was already drizzling outside. The air was filled with a damp and cold vapor.

"Master, Hurry up and get in the car. The weather is very cold!"

Matsuda, who had been waiting outside, saw Fujiwara's figure and hurriedly went up to greet him.

Fujiwara walked forward step by step. Suddenly, he stopped and put one hand into his pocket. As he turned around, he looked at the house bathed in the dim light in front of him. He did not move for a long time.

"Master!"

Matsuda did not dare to say anything. He called out and took a coat from the car for Fujiwara to put on.

Fujiwara also lifted his collar and looked at the dim light inside. After a while, he said in a lowered voice...

"Although I might not be able to go back, I still..."

I still do not want to give up...

He had been suffering for so many years, and he had persisted. He did not want anything, he only wanted her...

"Master?"