John Fame stared at her, his eyes not blinking, before speaking after a while, "Why do you want to know about this?"
Lissy Lock replied candidly, "Curiosity. And it's not ordinary, too. I can't work out who could have hurt you so badly. Besides, it's all the more strange that despite your severe injury, you still came to me."
He nodded, "Okay, I'll tell you."
As John Fame spoke, he pulled over her hand and pressed it onto his wound, "Here, I was stabbed twice."
Lissy Lock's hand trembled slightly, but he held it tightly, gently and tenderly. She relaxed and furrowed her brow, "Two stabs?"
"Yes." John Fame looked into her eyes, "The second one, I did it myself."
Lissy Lock froze, her throat tightening in disbelief.
Half of his injury was self-inflicted, why did he do that? What reason did he have?
Lissy Lock was increasingly puzzled. Many questions gathered in her mind, silently awaiting John Fame's answer.
She asked quietly, "Then...who stabbed you the first time?"
