Her crystal-clear large eyes showed caution.
Apart from just now when she saw Simon and hugged him for a moment, she didn't dare to touch him forcefully anymore.
"It doesn't hurt now." Simon's cold little face paused slightly, then he spoke very calmly.
His heart disease is congenital.
It can't be cured, and even living is problematic.
Whenever his emotions fluctuate too much, the pain that feels like a sharp blade cutting through his heart is commonplace.
But for some reason, looking at the small figure in front of him, worrying about him, Isla, he almost instinctively told a lie without thinking.
"Holding hands doesn't hurt?" Isla's eyes lit up.
"Yeah." Simon nodded.
"What about a hug?" Isla's smile brightened like a flower.
"That doesn't hurt either." Simon watched her smile, and his eyes were also infected with a hint of delight.
"Then can we kiss too?" Isla asked, and without waiting for a response, she puckered her little mouth and tiptoed toward Simon's face!
"..."
