The man's eyes gradually deepened, like they were stained with layer upon layer of thick ink, so black that his emotions were almost indiscernible.
His long fingers, scented faintly of tobacco, gently brushed over Daisy Ginger's blood-stained lips. "Smack!" Her hand swatted them away forcefully.
The man's movements paused. He only lifted his eyes, his deep gaze fixed on Daisy Ginger's eyes, full of resentment and trembling.
She looked like a bowstring on the verge of breaking, her entire being manifesting a despair too burdensome to bear.
Edward Stephens' eyes deepened again, pondering, if before they got married he had known the truth, what would their situation be now?
Perhaps he would already be dead because Daisy refused to donate marrow, or perhaps he could have been saved by Daisy's marrow, just like now, and he could be with Emily Ginger, their lives never intersecting as they do now.
Falling in love with Daisy was a completely normal affair.
