CHAPTER 66 I Am an Unlucky Person

　　The past two nights, I couldn't sleep well.

　　I woke up early in the morning, just as the sky was beginning to lighten.

　　As soon as I opened my eyes, I couldn't get back to sleep.

　　I wanted to get up, but Lucas had his arm around me. I didn't want to move too much for fear of waking him, so I stayed still, stiff as a board.

　　I watched his hand under the faint light coming through the window curtain.

　　His hand was slightly swollen, with several cuts, exposing the raw flesh beneath.

　　This was definitely not the mark of a fall!

　　The more he tried to hide it from me, the more uneasy I felt.

　　It seemed he was in pain, as his fingers twitched slightly even while he was asleep.

　　I lay there, facing away from him, wondering what his sleeping face looked like at this moment—did it show any vulnerability?

　　A small pang of pain tugged at my heart. I leaned in and gently blew on the back of his hand.

　　I don't know how long it was before that hand gently turned me over.