Matthew Morgan could see that Chloe Grant's eyes had recovered.
The joy on her face was unmistakable, her smile particularly radiant.
A faint curve appeared at the corner of Matthew Morgan's lips, partly relaxed, partly gratified.
As long as she's alright, that's good enough.
He let go of the door handle.
He turned around and left without any hesitation.
As he walked down the corridor, a faint smile lingered on his face.
For him, just being able to stand behind Chloe Grant was already a blessing.
To treat her wounds when she was injured;
To wipe her tears when she was sad;
To step back when she was happy, leaving himself behind her.
Halfway down, he stopped in his tracks.
Turning slightly, he leaned his body against the wall and took a cigarette out of his pocket…
A nurse happened to walk by, holding a phone with earphones plugged in. Seeing Matthew Morgan lighting a cigarette, she immediately approached him—
