Casey is sick

The weather that day was very cloudy, and not long after that, raindrops drenched the city of New York. Casey came home with a wet body. She didn't care about the heavy rain and was now silent in front of the mansion door. Reluctant to enter, staring blankly at the wide-spreading page, until the sky slowly stopped rolling down the tears. But Casey still didn't come in.

The mansion door opened from the inside, and Casey did not turn to just want to know who opened it.

"Gwen? Gwen!"

Casey's face didn't change at all as someone grabbed her shoulders, watching her wet clothes with concern. "Why did you just come home?! Are you okay?!"

"Eric ...." Casey looked at the man's face, subconsciously reaching out her hand on Eric's cheek, making the man round his eyes.