C87 She Regretted Sitting in His Car

He walked so slowly, she knew it was because his wound was hurting.

From the moment she saw him, other than the muffled groan she gave him when she punched him, he hadn't even frowned. It was as if the fresh red patch on his chest was not a wound but a red painting.

He ran quickly to the window and quietly looked out the window. After a while, he finally appeared in front of the building's door