He stood up from the bed, the light outside the window piercingly painful to the eyes. The person on the bed cried so much that her eyes were red and swollen, even the tip of her nose turned red. Tears dampened her hair, strands of black hair clinging to her cheeks, possessing a fragile beauty, a beauty that stirred the heart.
"Don't think about anything right now, go take a shower and change clothes. I'll take you out to eat." She sat alone in the room, bound to think all sorts of thoughts, and this kind of thing she probably wouldn't share with Eliza Bell. So he decided to take her out to change her mood. She hadn't been seen for just a few days, and she really became thin, slightly despondent and melancholic, her originally small face appearing even sharper.
Avery Jane sat there, lowered her head, showing no intention of listening to him. It seemed like there was an entire ocean between them, even though right in front of him, yet mountains and seas apart.
