Due to excessive blood loss, Mark Reed's face was pale.
He sat on the sofa, eyes closed, listening intently to the sounds outside the door, not even missing the slightest footsteps.
But no footsteps stopped at his apartment door.
He gradually began to feel disappointed, perhaps she wouldn't come.
The doorbell suddenly rang, and Mark Reed's heart soared to the heavens.
A smile spread infinitely across his face.
He put down the glass of water, impatiently rushing to the door.
At the moment his hand touched the doorknob, he restrained his smile, his face returning to indifference, joy buried deep in his heart.
Mark Reed opened the door, looking at Valentine Teller, simply saying, "You're here."
After speaking, he turned expressionlessly into the kitchen, returning shortly with a glass of water to take his medicine, sitting on the sofa.
Valentine Teller didn't say much, put on shoe covers by herself, and went into the kitchen carrying her things.
