"I'm fine." I lowered my eyes and looked at the wound on my hand.
I was in so much pain in my heart.
So I couldn't even feel the pain coming from my fingers.
Shelton took out a band-aid from his pocket, stuck it on my wound, and scolded me, "You're a designer. A designer values her hand as much as her appearance. How come you say you are fine?"
I lowered my head slightly.
Shelton seemed to sense that I was in a bad mood and patted me on my head, "Could it be that you can't get him out of your mind?"
I didn't speak. Neither did my expression change in the slightest.
However, I couldn't deceive myself in my heart.
Shelton took me into his arms and patted me gently on my back, "I know that I am not him and that I can't be him. But I will do everything I can to treat you well. I will be wholly devoted to you all my life."
To me, what he had said was the best promise.