Martina seemed to be deliberately numbing herself, unable to stay by Benjamin's side so purely anymore. Perhaps it was because of her past experiences that truly frightened her.
"If one day his feelings for you fade away, you'll still be a golden-caged canary. Do you really want that day to come?" she talked to herself.
After an unknown amount of time, Martina finally walked out of the room with a calm demeanor.
At this moment, Martina saw Benjamin had already taken off his upper clothes, and it was wrapped in layers and layers of gauze, with faint traces of blood seeping through.
Benjamin looked at his wound in the mirror, as if he wanted to change the gauze again. However, because the wound was on his back, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't quite reach it.
Martina had to step forward and took the initiative to help Benjamin sit down, asking, "Why don't you let me do it instead?"