"Sorry, it's my problem, not your fault." Mi Lu's eyes were filled with gloom, and she seemed lifeless.
"I forgot to introduce myself, I'm Hiram. Whether or not it's your problem, the fact that I hit you won't change. Please rest well, the doctor said it's just a minor scratch, so there's nothing to worry about." Hiram could tell Mi Lu was unhappy, so he switched the topic.
"My name is Mi Lu, thank you for taking me to the hospital." Mi Lu looked at the man in front of her, with his golden curly hair, the Western iconic deep-set features, long and curled eyelashes, and those ocean-blue eyes full of charm. His chiseled facial features seemed carved by a knife, sharp and angular. His tailored, limited edition suit made him look exceptionally dignified and extraordinary.
Mi Lu thought, when God created humans, he must have bestowed special favor on this man to give him such perfect external conditions.
