"You didn't beat me that seriously! I'm fine now, as you can see." She listened to him blame himself, looked at his guilty eyes, and became more and more afraid to tell him about her illness.

"Don't throw yourself in front of other men in the future. No one deserves this except children."

"I know." She did regret it.

She didn't think that much when she blocked Mike's fist.

It was merely impulsive; she wouldn't have done it if she remembered she had undergone surgery.

After turning off the lights, she lay in bed, unable to sleep.

Elliot fell asleep quickly.

He had played poker at his uncle's house for a day today. He said he was very sleepy at the time and kept his spirits high.

The people from his uncle's side were like strangers to him.

Besides, he didn't like playing poker at all.

He could play with people he knew for a while, but it was boring to play with unfamiliar people.

She opened her eyes and looked into the dimly lit room, replaying what happened in the hospital to