
Zee arranges Norman and Ana in turn. He felt his decision this time was right. But for the umpteenth time Norman held his hand.
“Don't go, An. I beg of you,” pinta Norman once again.
“Didn't you want to help me heal Ana, Norm?” Norman nodded his head, “if I leave, I'm sure Ana will recover faster.”
“But ..”
“I beg you, Zee,” pinta Norman once again with a sad face.
“Arghhh!!” Ana, who saw Norman holding Zee's hand, shouted.
Norman saw it last...