Although they hadn't seen each other for over a month, each day felt very long and drawn out.
After sending her back, whenever James Black had some free time, he would think of her.
He wondered if, after returning home, with her family accompanying her, she would be happy every day.
He worried about the scars on her arm, whether in his absence, someone would ensure she regularly took her medicine and ate her meals properly.
Water was still dripping from his hair, and his hair, which hadn't been trimmed for some time, had grown long, spreading out like a wild patch of grass. James Black dared not approach the bed too closely; instead, he stood quietly beside it, watching her.
Perhaps feeling warm, she turned over, kicking the quilt with her leg. Her long legs rested directly on the quilt, while her arms stretched out in a T-shape, carelessly lying there.
