"Uh… Well, that's from yesterday…"
Faced with Weiya's questioning, Lloyd had been about to say he'd cut his hand while cooking, afraid she would get angry again.
But when he saw her staring at him, her expression a mix of seriousness and deep concern, he couldn't bring himself to lie. He had no choice but to tell her the truth about what happened yesterday.
'Besides, what I did yesterday was a pretty big deal. It was bound to come out sooner or later.'
Weiya listened patiently without saying a word. She seemed surprisingly calm and not at all angry. Then, she snatched Lloyd's hand, pulled off his glove, and saw the long, narrow scar. An expression of heart-wrenching pain instantly appeared on her face.
As she gently and carefully stroked the scar, she asked:
"It must have been so painful, wasn't it?"
Lloyd smiled and scratched his head with his other hand. He replied:
"Honestly, it was fine. I was barely conscious at the time, so I didn't feel much pain."
