"It's my fault, did I scare you?" Chad Yakov's eyes flashed with a trace of annoyance, as if soothing a child, patting her back.
He didn't expect her to be so resistant.
He was too hasty.
"...Does it hurt?" After a long time, Victoria Gibson stopped her tears and asked out of nowhere.
Chad Yakov was stunned, only then noticing her gaze, staring intently at his chest.
Her fair finger, with the fingertip pressing near his heart.
There, was a clearly visible scar.
"Did it hurt when you were stabbed that time?" Victoria Gibson seemed obsessed, asking again.
Her eyes blinked lightly, tears rolling down from her eyes.
Hearing this, Chad Yakov's arms holding her tightened continuously, as if worried that if he loosened his grip, she would leave him.
His voice was muffled.
"I don't remember things from more than ten years ago."
He spoke lightly, but the expression on his face wasn't that relaxed.
