"Jose, don't speak so definitively. If in the future you fall for a woman, you might be even crazier than me. You might even give up your life for her."
The tone had a third of teasing, a third of meaning, and carried a third of helplessness.
Jose Floyd stood up and went upstairs, his cold voice resonating, firm and clear: "I, Jose Floyd, will never fall in love in this lifetime! I will never love any woman!"
Jorge Saxton chuckled, "Hmm, I hope you remain unfeeling and stay single all your life."
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From that day on, Lydia Brooke rarely saw Jose Floyd or Jorge Saxton. Both of them were so busy that they seldom returned to the apartment. In a month, they would return for just two or three days; the rest of the time, they were outside.
In this way, several years passed in a flurry of activity. Lydia Brooke was now sixteen, having grown into a girl with fair skin, a beautiful face, standing tall with a slim figure.
