"..." Amelia gritted her teeth in frustration, her pale and delicate fingers unintentionally clenched as if debating whether to accept this suggestion or not.
After a long silence, she let go of all her anger.
"Forget it, if I argue with you, it just shows how childish I am. Get up and drink some soup. The doctor said you need to have abdominal surgery in a few days, so you better start taking good care of yourself."
He was expressionless, speaking in a low voice, "You know everything now, right? This is how it's going to be for me from now on."
"So what? Falling from the seventh floor and still being alive is a miracle itself. Do you still want to hop around and continue your old ways of causing trouble and being overbearing?"
Christopher "looked" at her, his thin lips faltered open, and after a while, he squeezed out, "You seem... to wish I were dead?"
"If you insist on interpreting it that way, I can't help it."