Some wounds had already scabbed over, while others were still bleeding. Amanda Smith quietly looked at the scars on her hand, thinking to herself that this was the seventh day.
It was only the seventh day.
Amanda Smith silently stared at the scars on her hand, then lifted a piece of metal—
Suddenly, a hand reached out, snatching the metal piece from between her fingers. Amanda Smith looked up in surprise and saw Evan Willow standing behind her with a cold expression on his face.
"Evan…" She called his name a bit astonished, as the man tightly clenched the piece of metal, his narrow phoenix eyes conveying a trace of cold light.
"What are you doing, Amanda?" His tone was somewhat harsh, causing the smile on Amanda Smith's face to become a bit stiff.
Evan Willow seemed to realize his own outburst. He pursed his lips, thinking about his feelings while he had stood behind her and looked at the scars on her hand, he wasn't sure what to say at that moment.
