Lilia tiptoed and rubbed Jean's head, like a mother comforting her sad child. That woman finally understood why Jean never took off his clothes in front of Lilia, even if only to change clothes. The man must have been hiding his scars.
"Jean…" just as Lilia whispered his name, the man's body stiffened.
She was surprised when she looked into Jean's eyes. But the man immediately looked away. Lilia tried to hug him even tighter, but that action actually made Jean's body stiffen.
"Jean, what's wrong?" Lilia asked in a worried tone.
"… You… hate…" Jean incoherently muttered in a small voice that disappeared in the wind.
"Sorry, what did you say? I can't hear you clearly." Lilia tiptoed and put an ear close to Jean's mouth so she didn't miss a word.
"I thought… you might hate me. Because I'm not the ideal man you can imagine." Jean said in a stiff tone.
