She looked at him somewhat bewildered, her eyes brimming with myriad questions, not understanding what Walter Schmidt's actions were all about.
Was it out of concern between friends? Or maybe...
She didn't dare to contemplate further. She had never expected anything; just being able to see him in Sois and personally tend to his stomach ailment already felt like a blessing from heaven to her.
She was content, and never dared to ask for more...
However, his actions these past few days were becoming increasingly perplexing, and her emotions were on the brink of collapse.
How she wished she could ask him, "Walter, will you ever possibly like me, even just a little bit?"
But she couldn't bring herself to ask, for fear of seeing a look of disgust on his face.
Therefore, Emily Stone restrained herself. She bowed her head and began to walk ahead.
The man promptly followed suit, his steps steady and forceful. The two maintained a distance of two or three meters, both silent.
