He didn’t need to look good anymore, so he didn’t need to quit smoking. However, he still couldn’t smoke again. Because…When his mind wandered to that point, Heiner faintly frowned. He clicked his tongue and put his arms over the railing.“You must think I’m really, really crazy.” (A)If that was the case, he wouldn’t have felt so dirty.Was it her problem or his that no matter how much she was dragged down and trampled on she still looked so goddamn virtuous?Heiner smiled bitterly. He had been pondering this for a very long time, but he still hadn’t come to a conclusion.Annette Valdemar,You touch my lowest and weakest part.Make me infinitely miserable.At least this is your problem and your fault.Heiner pulled out the cigar from his mouth and straightened his body. He turned and entered the room. Putting the cigar in his coat pocket again, he stared at the trash can for a moment.The things Annette had picked up had lost their shine and lay abandoned in the darkness.“My heart is not particularly useful anyway.” (A)Your heart is useless.Heiner quietly bit his lips.He wanted her to feel the despair of not being reciprocated. He wanted her to suffer the reality she couldn’t reach.He hoped her heart was heartbroken and miserable.Just as he once was.So at least Heiner needed her heart.He raised his head with a downcast look. After checking on Annette, who was still asleep, he quietly entered the bathroom.He turned on the water tap and cold water flooded out. He stood still for a moment with his fingertips against the running water.He felt the rubbish Annette had picked up on the beach rattle inside him.