Veronica couldn't stand his somber expression and then asked, "Arthur, what's wrong?"
Arthur faced her. "What could be wrong?"
"You look… angry."
Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Do I? Why should I be angry?"
"…I don't know, but I think you are mad about something." She pondered about it and suddenly realized, "Is it because of my feet?"
Arthur sat beside her and calmly asked, "What do you think?"
Veronica held his hand and coaxed her by saying, "Don't be mad. I'm used to it. It used to happen all the time. So, I don't bother much. You have already applied ointment. It will be fine by tomorrow."
"You cannot walk until your feet heal completely," Arthur demanded.
"That's not fair. I'll get bored at this rate."
"I'll bring you two books."
"What will you do tomorrow?"
"I'll go back to my librarian life like before. Go to sleep first. I'll be late."
"Where are you going?"
