With a strange thought, Sam returned to his bed.
Actually, the injury was really minor. Even without applying any medication, given Sam's current physical condition, it might take just a day for not even a trace of bruising to remain.
It had become almost instinctual for him to pull out his phone after getting into bed, a habit seemingly beyond his own control.
His sister, Ava, had sent him some messages, including several photos.
In the photos was a tall girl in a white long dress and a beret, her shoulder-length hair and youthful, cute face forming an intriguing image.
Her look and physique seemed oddly mismatched, yet not in a bizarre way, but rather in a strangely novel style.
Hmm... an unripe, mature lady vibe?
Sam couldn't quite put it into words, but he knew clearly these were photos of Ava.
There were also different shots of her in various places, striking different poses.
