Now she even wished Santino would misunderstand her,wished he would be angry with her,because even a quarrel felt better than this cold indifference.
Back home,Aurelia’s head throbbed again.The tumor inside her skull was like a nail driven deep,forcing her to remember her love for Santino with every breath while making her suffer all the same.
Late at night,as the pain grew unbearable,she fumbled for her phone in a daze and blindly sent out a message.The moment it was sent,her strength gave way,and she sank into unconsciousness.
When she woke,Santino was sitting quietly at her bedside,watching her.
Seeing her stir,he didn’t leave as he once would,and for a fleeting moment,Aurelia felt as if she had gone back to the days when he had guarded her with tenderness.
“…Sorry.”His voice was stiff,his eyes avoiding hers as though weighed down by unease.“Yesterday,I thought you had bullied Astrid.I misunderstood you.”
Aurelia shook her head,and just as she was about to speak,crimson blood dripped onto the sheets.She pressed her hand against it instinctively,but it was no use.
She had long grown used to such bleeding,yet Santino panicked,his hands trembling as he passed her tissues.