Joshua Sulliven stood still, pursing his thin lips, his gaze carrying a touch of despair, which gradually became obscured by numbness.
Hearing Keira Leaf's words, he no longer spoke, simply stepped forward and picked her up directly, walking towards the bedroom. After carefully placing her on the bed, he said, "You have a wound on your foot, let me get you medicine."
Keira Leaf saw his retreating figure and suddenly felt a pain in her heart, letting out a cry of anguish.
On his back, there were not only large dried tear stains, but also large dark patches of congealed blood, which she had never noticed before.
Why did she still feel so sad seeing him hurt, and why did her heart still hurt so badly...
Keira Leaf sat on the edge of the bed, looking downward, unable to distinguish whether it was tears or water droplets from her hair that rolled down, one after the other.