"No. How did you hurt your hand?" Ian Quincy stepped forward and gently took her hand. A series of clear, bloody scratches were visible on her delicate palm. His heart ached as he asked, "Does it hurt?"
"It's fine." Cecilia Adler suddenly hugged him and said, deeply moved, "Ian, I just want you to be okay."
Ian Quincy was surprised. 'What's gotten into her?'
'Her wanting me to be okay... is she hinting that she prefers the current me?'
After visiting his teacher today, he had gone to the National Library.
He'd looked through a great many books.
None of them contained any detailed records regarding his condition.
In other words, that other person had found a way to push him out first.
