"Really?" Wilson suddenly moved and stood up. He released his grip and yanked his shirt off, showing her the scars on his body.

Clara stared at the hideous scar dumbfounded, this time getting a clearer view of it.

"Does it still hurt?" she asked, tears bright in her eyes.

"It's been two months. What do you think?" he said coldly.

Clara should be relieved that it no longer hurt. "I'm sorry… You got hurt so badly for me…"

"It wasn't for you. I just did what my old self told me to do," Wilso