As he said this, my breath slightly paused.
This place never made me feel miserable.
For me, this place was an escape route, a haven.
"I...I'm not..."
Before I could finish my sentence, a strong sweet and fishy taste surged up from my throat.
I couldn't help but cough heavily.
My chest vibrated with the coughing action.
The pain made even my ribs aching.
I covered my mouth with a scarf,
afraid that he would see the blood coughed up.
I coughed severely.
My already pale face lost its color, and my legs started to weaken.
Matt frowned and took a step back.
He moved his hand slightly.
I couldn't help but tremble.
He quickly withdrew it again.
Matt's gaze was like a sharp knife, piercing my eyes fiercely.
But I didn't notice the struggle on his face.
I escaped and returned home.
I hurriedly ran to the bathroom,
and then carefully took off the scarf stained with blood.
When I finished cleaning up, I went out again.
There was no one outside the door.
It was as if no one had been there just now.
Everything felt like a dream.
