Chapter 70 Take it off yourself or need my help

Julia Hill didn't want to think about the last six years, and she didn't want to think about how he survived. He seemed to be shining, but he was in a gorgeous curved shell under only nothingness like a walking dead. Ian Wilson put out his cigarette and walked up to her. Julia Hill had to look up to see his face. "Julia, I said that you were the poppy, I know it would kill me, but I still want to be near." Ian Wilson says this with emotion. Poppy? She is not a poppy. After all, love is a poppy....