"Don't overthink it, don't mind it, just like before." Lucas reached out, instinctively wanting to touch Chloe Grant's head, but she reflexively avoided it...
Lucas looked at his empty palm, a bit stunned, clearly embarrassed.
Chloe turned her head, smiled slightly, "I'm wearing a wig, it's hard to fix if it gets messed up. Um... I should go, or I'll be late."
As soon as she finished speaking, Chloe pushed the car door open, wanting to get out, but because she was still buckled up, she ended up pressed against the seat.
Chloe glanced at Lucas, gave an awkward smile, hastily unbuckled the seatbelt, finally got out of the car, closed the door, and hurriedly walked towards the school.
Lucas turned his head, watching her rushed back as she entered the school, not looking away until she was out of sight.
He couldn't help but raise his right hand, looking at the empty palm, the hollow feeling in his heart corroding him, making it ache intensely.
