Daisy didn't speak; she buried her face in the man's warm chest. After a while, she said, "I won't die. I've been lucky since I was a child, I could randomly guess the right answers on exams, and fortune tellers said I'd live a long life, not die young."
The man pinched her cheek.
The sentimental and suggestive atmosphere was completely dispelled by her words.
Edward Stephens released her, "Let's go."
Daisy smiled, returned to the front passenger seat, fastened her seatbelt, and looked obedient and well-behaved.
Edward reached out and flicked her forehead lightly, "Do you really not need further treatment for the wound?"
Daisy shook her head, "I already treated it, it's fine, not deep."
Edward nodded, "Then let's go home."
Go home.
Daisy turned her head to glance at him.
She wondered if Edward had noticed that he had already started to treat her small apartment as home.
*
Hospital.
