I have no right to love him.
After all, without her, he and Ellen would be a perfect match made in heaven.
Eric has every reason to dislike her, hate her, even—resent her.
So all these years, liking a man who detests her daily indeed can only be described as "pathetic."
She emotionlessly withdrew her wrist from his palm, turned back to tidy the medicine box, and took out a fever-reducing pill, placing it on the table.
Eric sat on the bed, watching her pour a cup of water and put it together with the pill, then said softly with her back facing him, "I need to work, take the medicine before you sleep."
After saying this, she took her coat from the rack and left through the door.
Eric watched her back the whole time until Aldana closed the door behind her, then slowly retracted his gaze.
He looked down at his own fingers, unclear about his thoughts, pinching as if feeling something, then slowly lifted his hand to gently touch his lips.
