Zara White followed his gaze and saw Norris Moore sitting on the street bench.
Her face changed slightly, and a hint of darkness flashed in her eyes: "Norris Moore." She paused, "She is the girlfriend of the man who drove into you."
"Oh..." Trenton Smith took a sip of tea, then chuckled lightly, his eyes filled with an inexplicable glint.
Zara White didn't want to continue discussing Norris Moore with him, so she drew the curtains and said to Trenton Smith, "Treton, you can't catch a cold. Can you rest for a while? You still have to have a CT scan later. Get some sleep now."
Trenton Smith withdrew his gaze, agreed, and handed the tea to Zara White. His expression was indifferent: "Was I very close with that woman before?"
Zara White pinched her fingers gently, then lowered her eyes and shook her head: "Not close."
Trenton Smith nodded, and got into bed.
"I'm going to sleep."
