The man frowned and grabbed Mabel Quinn's other hand as well.
Now, both of Mabel Quinn's hands were held by the man.
"Sorry, I just wanted to know if you could see, that's why..." she quickly apologized. No matter what, her actions just now were quite rude.
The man had a noticeable displeasure on his face, "Do my eyes look like I can't see?" It could be said that he hated it the most when others made remarks about his eyes, after all, there was a long period in his life when his eyes were in total darkness.
Mabel shook her head, even though the man's eyes seemed to have a sense of emptiness and desolation, they were indeed normal eyes, not the ones she had imagined.
"Next time, don't make that gesture casually in front of me," he said. If it had been a few years ago, he might have directly had her hands cut off.
"Oh." She responded. She wouldn't randomly make that gesture in front of people anyway, "Are your eyes uncomfortable? Do you want me to massage them for you?"
