He had lost one leg and might very well lose the other. Did he commit too many evils in the past that even the heavens were punishing him now, forcing him to endure constant pain?
From now on, he would no longer be tall. He could no longer bully her. Perhaps he would spend his life in a wheelchair, having to look up at her when she talked. Just thinking about it felt... incredibly exhilarating!
She could bully him for the rest of her life!
But her heart ached terribly.
This wasn't what she wanted. She wanted him to get better. He used to be so awful, and she definitely would have gotten her revenge, but now, she couldn't bring herself to bully a disabled person.
She didn't know how much time had passed when the door to the bathroom clicked open, and someone came in.
She quickly reached out her small hand to wipe the tears on her face, but the more she wiped, the more tears flowed. Then she felt a warmth on her waist as the man embraced her from behind.
