Bruce sat on the wheelchair, while Horton stood behind him. The two of them were pleasing to the eye and slowly approached them.
Horton was like a fox and his eyes under gold-rimmed spectacles were always narrowed. He always wore a faint smile.
Bruce had a serious expression on his face, and he always had a cold aura. Only when his gaze fell on Hilla would he look a little gentler.
"Are your legs better?"
When Hilla saw Bruce, she gave a bright smile. Then, she walked forward and squatted in front of Bruce, looking at the blanket covering his legs. Her eyes were full of heartache and self-blame.
She was wondering if she was the one who caused Bruce to be crippled. If so, she thought that she would have to spend a lifetime to make up for it.
Halle was both surprised and frightened at Hilla's concern for Bruce.
Halle didn't understand when it happened. How could Hilla have such deep feelings for Bruce? The two of them didn't know each other before.
