Aaron rubbed a piece of tissue over his bleeding lower lip.
The bad habit he had not done in a long time was now repeated. Aaron always bit his lower lip when he was feeling depressed. This time he did it again. That means he's mentally under a lot of pressure.
"Eat first. Your face is so pale."
Aaron's eyes looked at Cakara, sitting casually in front of him.
He scowled before taking a deep breath. He looked highly annoyed when Cakara seemed innocent and sat down and offered him a plate of bread. Fuck the bread! There was no way he could swallow the substance when his life a moment ago was on the verge of collapse.
"I can't fucking believe what happened. An hour ago, I really wanted to kill you. Now you're asking me to eat so casually."
Cakara chuckled at Aaron's tone, which sounded so desperate.
