Nick Zeller: "..."
He let out a deep sigh, thinking, let me die, let me die, let me die...
For a moment, he actually felt a profound and heavy sense of being "tired of life."
His body slowly leaned forward, no longer resting on the back of the sofa, but he still covered his face with his hands.
His elbows propped on his knees, his back was like a spring under heavy pressure, about to snap.
Gabrielle Winters had never seen Nick Zeller in such a dejected state.
She stared at him blankly for a while, walked over to sit beside him, gently placed a hand on his shoulder, and softly said, "Brother, don't get mad when I say this... actually, I knew since I was young that you weren't my biological brother..."
Nick Zeller: "..."
His mouth twitched, and he finally released his hands from his face, turning to look at Gabrielle Winters.
In his eyes, she was still as beautiful and charming as a young girl.
