I looked at Matthew. The faint trace of an ambiguous red mark on the back of his neck caught my eye and stung deeply. Matthew, why did you fall out of love?
After the transfusion, he tenderly helped press the injection site and walked me out, holding me in his arms.
"I want to go shopping. You should head back to the company first." Outside, I tilted my face up and gazed at Matthew with gentle eyes.
"Alright, don't tire yourself out. I'll finish work early today and come home to make your favorite sweet and sour ribs." Matthew carefully adjusted my clothes for me, his handsome face as affectionate and patient as always.
Standing by the roadside, I watched his car disappear from view before hailing a taxi straight to the police station.
"Miss Swift, are you sure you want to renounce your nationality? Your information will be erased in a month," the officer asked.
"Yes, I'm sure. I'll be immigrating abroad soon." I spoke softly. After submitting the application, I walked out of the police station and looked up at the azure sky.