When Elena's soft hand touched Karl's cheek, he felt a twinge of pain. But she didn't pull away, instead caressing his cheek gently, her gaze full of genuine concern. "Karl, what's really going on? You look like you got hit by a truck," her voice trembled slightly, showing how worried she was.
Karl quickly stepped back, trying to hide his bruised face. "I'm fine, just a tiny issue, no need to worry, Elena," he replied with a forced smile. He hoped to convince Elena not to ask any further.
But Elena didn't give up. She stepped closer again, her eyes unwavering on Karl's face. "You know, Karl, I know you, I know you're a good guy. You're not the type to get into random fights. There's something you're hiding, and I just want to make sure you're okay," she said, her voice warm and full of love.
