After preparing the noodles, she ate them over there before coming over to watch by the sickbed.
He was very quiet, lying there—it was the quietest she had ever seen him since she met him.
He wasn't pointing his fingers and telling her what to do like a tyrant, nor was he swearing at her with the most vicious and vile words; at this moment, he was lying there, truly as quiet as a child.
But, while he was this quiet, she couldn't feel happy; instead, she felt as if needles were pricking her heart, a particularly uncomfortable feeling.
It was because of her that he had become like this!
She remembered the list with the name crossed out with a red line, and the way that man had clenched his teeth and shown a horrifyingly ferocious face when he mentioned his name last night.
Yes, she could now be completely certain that this matter was related to that man—even if not entirely, it was undoubtedly tied to him.
