"You've got some nerve, still daring to show your face in front of me."
Selena Flores, wearing a dusty gray cotton-padded jacket, had stood in the wind for who knows how long, her face was red from the cold, and so were the rims of her eyes.
"Are you doing okay?"
As soon as she spoke, her voice choked up.
How could she still dare to ask if he was doing okay, with so many scars on his hands, "Right, how can you murder without courage."
She still tilted her head up, letting the cold wind brush across her face and mess up her hair, no matter how he mocked or jeered, she always kept her eyes on him.
It was clear she was looking at him, yet it seemed as if she was looking through him at someone else.
"I heard that putting mugwort and mint in a pillow can treat headaches." She moved a bit closer, placing the paper bag she was holding on the ground.
Yale Allen did not glance at it, his face cold as he kicked the bag away.
"Get out of here."
