Compared to him, what she's going through now is nothing, right?
She's thankful that it's her who got hurt this time. She can't imagine, if Asher Land were the one injured, what kind of physical torment he would again have to endure.
He's not invincible, nor is he a machine that can simply be reassembled once broken.
He, like her, is just a mortal flesh and blood.
...
In the afternoon, he was quietly accompanying her in the ward, clumsily peeling fruit for her.
It's only an hour and a half until her surgery.
But suddenly, his mind blanked out, his hands trembled, the knife slipped, and he cut his finger.
"Ah! President Land…"
Eva Miller couldn't help but shout out, and Asher Land immediately made a silence gesture towards her.
"Asher, what's wrong?" Sophie Smith glanced toward the source of the sound, and asked uneasily.
"I'm fine."
Sophie felt his voice was odd, as if he was deliberately holding something back.
