Harry Hall walked up to her, still as gentle and thoughtful as always.
He reached out to feel the temperature of her hands, they were a bit cold; Harry Hall couldn't help but furrow his brow, "Why are you wearing so little?"
Helen Melendy looked at the tenderness in Harry Hall's eyes. Ever since she awoke, he's always been so gentle it was easy to get lost in it.
Completely different from the aloof, silent law student god she remembered.
Only after more interactions did she realize that the god was actually very down-to-earth and gentle with others.
But she didn't know that Harry Hall's gentleness and down-to-earth nature were actually meant only for her.
Thinking about what she had to say to Harry Hall, Helen Melendy suddenly became a bit nervous and unconsciously tightened her grip on the wheelchair.
