The man's brow furrowed slightly, as if unable to comprehend her, simply looking at her in silence.
Daisy Ginger finished saying everything she had bottled up for three months in one breath, and those emotions seemed to have found an outlet, her involuntary trembling gradually subsided.
She lowered her eyes, her voice serene and soft, "I've said everything I need to say. Do you have anything you want to ask?"
Edward Stephens leaned against the headboard and asked, "Does saying all this to someone with amnesia have any meaning?"
Daisy said indifferently, "I said it because I wanted to; the meaning of it only matters to me."
The man seemed speechless from her words, furrowing his brow, saying nothing, just staring at her.
Daisy's tense muscles gradually relaxed, and seeing him so lively now, her heart, which had been on edge for three months, also calmed down.
Honestly, today should have been her most peaceful day in three months.
