The moment Monica opened the car door and was about to get out, Nox grabbed her arm.
Then, his eyes suddenly paused. One reason was that her wrist was frighteningly thin. Secondly, there were many uneven scars on her wrist.
He suddenly pulled up the sleeve on Monica's wrist. In the darkness, he could clearly see the marks on her wrist, both old and new. They even looked a little scary.
"What did you do?!" Nox asked her.
Monica pushed Nox's hand away.
She said, "Nothing."
"If it's nothing, why did you cut your wrist?!" Nox was obviously a little agitated.
He did not expect Monica to hurt her body like that.
"It's just that I get too tired sometimes, so I wake myself up like that," Monica said.
"Monica!" Nox did not believe her.
Monica had already pulled down her clothes again to cover the marks on her wrist. She said, "Thank you for tonight, Nox."
As she spoke, she opened the door and got out of the car.
