Richard did not call me even once since he left my house. It seemed that he didn't say anything to Caily.
If she knew that I was injured like this, she would have run to my side.
It's okay, I don't want to bother her either.
I've only been at home for two days and I'm sad. But because my fingers still hurt, I can't hold scissors or sewing needles, I can only take paper and draw some new dress designs.
In the afternoon, I had just finished cooking a pot of sour soup with snakehead fish when the doorbell rang.
When I was in the house, I heard Richard calling me, but when I ran out, I saw the person standing outside was Brian.
Actually, I didn't intend to open the gate for him to enter, but when I saw the wound on his mouth and the bruise on his cheek, I worried.
I guess this guy tripped or got into a fight with someone. He's old but still likes to fight?
“Why did you come here?” I opened the gate and asked.
What's up? Why is he looking at me with reproachful eyes?