"I don't understand, but… it's very strange. I can't… I simply can't understand," Daniela sighed in disappointment. Her gaze shifted to the young man resting peacefully on the bed. She was truly confused, even a little lost. Lowering her head slightly, she seemed deep in thought.
"I think I understand you... or maybe not? Actually, no, wait—I do understand you. I went through the same thing..." Leslie fidgeted nervously, glancing at Daniela's despondent expression. She could feel that Daniela wasn't okay at all. Somehow, she seemed utterly defeated, and Leslie wasn't sure what to say to lift her spirits. Indecisively, she intertwined her fingers. She wanted, in some way, to return all the favors Daniela had done for her, but she didn't know how to do it.
Daniela raised her head and met Leslie's eyes directly. Leslie's body trembled slightly.
"You knew?" Daniela asked, her expression serious.
