"There's nothing to consider." After saying this, Cecilia Nathan turned and walked in the other direction without a backward glance.
Watching her retreating figure, Damian Hawthorne's heart suddenly felt empty.
Cecilia Nathan had changed.
She was no longer the same Cecilia who used to chase after him.
Damian Hawthorne lowered his gaze, a sudden pain stabbing his eye.
He clutched his eye and slowly crouched down.
Cecilia had intended to leave, but she subconsciously glanced back.
When she saw Damian squatting on the ground, Cecilia's eyelid twitched.
She hurried back, her voice urgent. "What's wrong with your eye?"
'As expected,' he thought. 'She still cares about my eyes.'
Damian thought of Luna from the past. She had also cared for his eyes just like this, even more than she seemed to care for him as a person.
"My eye hurts. Come with me to the hospital."
Cecilia wanted to refuse. Her lips parted, but in the end, she said nothing, only replying softly, "Okay."
