In the corridor, there was wind, gently brushing past Valentine's face, icy cold, and her heart seeped with a bone-chilling coolness.
Valentine went to the bathroom to wash her face.
To wash away those untimely tears.
She returned to the office; tomorrow she would leave here and go back to a place where Mark Reed doesn't appear, so she can properly sort out her feelings and completely rid herself of these heart-wrenching emotions, so she won't cry anymore.
Her eyes were red, her nose was also red; she forced herself not to think, but her mind was full of Mark, not knowing whether he went to the hospital, with so much blood lost, sigh...
A silent sigh, she didn't know how to convince herself not to think of him, or how to control her emotions to not worry about him.
She took her phone out of her bag, deliberated for a moment, and sent him a message: [I think you won't be interested in me for much longer, so don't fight against yourself, hurry to the hospital.]
