When she looked at them, more bruises were evident on the young man lying on the ground. It looked like he would bleed and pass out at any time.
When she came out of the room again, the group was frowning.
She cleaned her hands with cool, refreshing water and dried them with the conditioner on the top side.
Dylan really wanted to ask for help, but he also didn't want to implicate her and her to be the victim either.
Looking at him like that, he was taken aback by her reaction.
Even so, feeling helpless wasn't pleasant, especially since you could change it.
"Hey, I've been looking for you. Why don't you reply?" She walked toward him with a cold and stiff expression. She did not want to interfere, but was tired of being ignored.
Going back to her former self from her past life, she was a self that didn't really care about him. If there is no use for you in this life, what is your reason for living.