"I'd like to talk to her alone."
Zoey Allen went out, making room for the couple.
Yale Allen didn't rush to speak and just stared at Selena Flores.
Selena Flores was very worried about his injury, her hand lifting then falling, eventually resisting the urge to go over and support him: "You should lie down on the bed first."
Yale Allen, indeed feeling dizzy, leaned on the infusion stand to lie back on the hospital bed.
His gaze was profound, like a net woven around her, capturing Selena Flores firmly: "What's your name?"
"Selena Flores."
She sat beside the bed, her posture straight, like a serious and studious student.
"How did we meet?"
No sooner had Yale Allen asked the question than Selena Flores's eyes reddened, tears brimming but not falling.
