Simon approached Hazel slowly, and he took the gun from Hazel's hand. She tried to hold on to it, but there was nothing she could do. She let go of it and put her head down.

"Let's go, sweetheart." Simon reached out to touch her, but Hazel pushed him away in disgust.

"I can walk by myself," Hazel said coldly.

Simon snorted, and without hesitation, he grabbed her arm, then picked her up in his arms.

"You...!" Hazel glared at him, "Let me down!"

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