She said, "What are you doing? It's been years, and you didn't do it on purpose, nor did you know, so there's no need for this!"
Faced with Liam's sentimentality, Maya's little heart was inexplicably stirred. They say a woman's tears are her strongest weapon, but in her view, a man's pity game works quite well too—someone as cold-hearted as her felt touched and couldn't help but offer a couple of tissues and some comforting words.
Liam looked at the tissues the girl handed him, utterly embarrassed, wishing he could smash through the glass window and jump down.
At the same time, hearing Maya's comforting words, he felt a burst of warmth.
He took the tissues Maya handed him, wiped his eyes and nose, and said, "You're overthinking it; it's just a cold."
