Anyway, the little girl just has a bit of a crush on him, so as long as he backs out now, she'll quickly bounce back and find someone more suitable for her in the future...
Though thinking this way, there was still an odd discomfort in his heart.
Abel reached into his pocket but didn't find his cigarettes.
Maybe he accidentally dropped them earlier when that girl was chasing him?
He frowned in annoyance, stopped, turned around to head back, only to catch a glimpse of a shadow curled up on a bench in the smoking area from the corner of his eye.
Someone here?
Then he might as well ask for a cigarette...
Thinking this, he walked back over.
As he got closer, he realized it wasn't a man smoking but a skinny girl.
Her long hair was casually tied at the back with a piece of hospital gauze, knees up on the chair, hugging her legs. One arm wrapped around her knees, the other holding a small leaf, jabbing at the chair like it was a knife, mumbling to herself.
