He didn't know which nerve had snapped, but he suddenly wanted to see her, to lay eyes on her and see how she was doing.
Yet, he couldn't bring himself to directly invite her over, so he had to find a lame excuse—delivering a midnight snack.
But when he actually saw her in person, he felt even worse!
Especially since—
She clearly treated him as a stranger, was extremely guarded, and didn't seem to want to tell him what had happened at all.
Anger, irritation, helplessness, sighs...
All these emotions entangled at the tip of his heart.
For the first time, he felt like he was shooting himself in the foot.
However, it was strange that he couldn't quite understand why he cared about her so much.
What did her facial injury have to do with him?
Yet when he actually heard her say it so indifferently, all he had left was a faint self-mockery. Indeed, it had nothing to do with him.
So, he stopped asking, but he couldn't stand to see her with a swollen, pained expression on her face.
