"I don't like seeing you in a white coat!" Sophie Wilson sniffled and muttered.
Charles Seymour let out a low laugh. "It's fine. With you by my side, I stopped caring about the past a long time ago."
He remembered how, back when they were in that illegal company, he'd told Sophie about his childhood.
How his own mother had forced him to study medicine, and in the end, even after she died, he still tormented himself by obsessively studying it.
You could say his medical skills were very good, but he was the person who least liked touching anything related to medicine.
"Mm." Sophie Wilson wrapped her arms around Charles Seymour's lean waist and murmured, "From now on, I'll be the one who aches for you."
"Okay." Charles Seymour's gaze softened until it seemed like water would spill out of it. With Sophie here, what did anything else even matter?
Besides, it was all in the past. After he had Sophie, he no longer felt that medicine was something he hated and that tortured him.
