His earnest and passionate response left Amelia feeling a bit embarrassed.
If his love for her was truly from the bottom of his heart, pure and unadulterated, then the shock he experienced this time must have been more terrifying and hopeless for him than if he himself had fallen from the seventh floor.
Suddenly unable to smile, she slowly pushed the man back a bit and looked at him, comforting in return, "Christopher, I'm fine... You saw, I'm perfectly alright."
Originally, the person who should have been comforted was her.
But seeing Christopher like this truly shattered her previous perception of him, and she couldn't help but comfort him.
Thinking about her own good fortune, she mockingly said to herself, "It seems there's some truth to your parents thinking I'm a calamity—they do say that a scourge lasts a thousand years."
"Don't mind what they say." Christopher gazed at her, infatuated, lifting his hand to wipe the tears from her face.