For convenience in bandaging, Nancy Allen didn't continue lying down and got up to sit at the bedside, with the quilt covering her legs.
Godfery Shaw sat on a stool at the bedside, facing Nancy Allen.
After bandaging Nancy Allen's wound and tidying up the medicine box, Godfery looked into Nancy's eyes and said, "Alright, you can say whatever you want now, ask anything and I'll answer."
His tone was so gentle it felt tender, as if no matter how much Nancy acted out, he wouldn't get angry.
So gentle that it didn't resemble the cold and distant Godfery Shaw she knew.
Nancy Allen pressed her lips together and shook her head.
She had nothing to ask; their acquaintance was not a misunderstanding, it was just that she had changed, and there was nothing much to discuss.
Should she sob and ask if Godfery Shaw really liked the kind-hearted version of her from his memory, or the now cold and ruthless her?
