"Are you concerned about me, hmm?"
"I'm afraid you're overthinking it." Isabella Lindsey replied calmly.
"Really?"
Julian Johnsons propped one hand against the wall, "As you can guess, I just came back from the hospital after an IV, and my arm is swollen."
"..."
"Don't just stand there, help me inside." Julian Johnsons knew she felt guilty, and he took the chance to grab onto her arm.
Isabella instinctively wanted to refuse.
But.
With every step.
Her mind couldn't help but automatically recall last time on the island, after getting rid of Salem, she held the deceased Julion Johnsons in her arms, crossed the island, boarded the plane, held him close, and without leaving an inch, returned to A City...
Sharp as she was.
The two feelings at that moment were so similar.
It was clearly the same person's body.
The same person, that cold yet burning warmth...
"What's wrong with you?" Julian Johnsons noticed she was distracted.
