At first, he resisted a bit, but under my shameless attack, he got used to me bringing him food every day.
On that day, as soon as I came back from buying groceries, I saw Brian leaning against the wall of the alley, with blood oozing from his arm and mouth.
Seeing this, I dropped the vegetables in my hand and rushed to him.
"Brian, what happened to you? Who beat you?!"
Seeing my anxious gaze, Brian smiled and took out a few green banknotes from his pocket and put them in my hand.
"Miss, this is the money I earned as a training partner. I'm giving you back 600 dollars."
Seeing the bloody banknotes, my anger reached its peak.
I stepped forward and grabbed his collar, speaking angrily, "Brian, remember. I don't want your money; I just want you to be safe!"
"Safe, do you understand?!"
This was the first time I got angry at him. Because I was so angry, I didn't even go to deliver dinner.
At night, I sat in the yard lost in thought, but my mind involuntarily recalled his cheek covered in bloodstains.
Rather than being angry that he didn't take care of himself, it was actually more about self-blame.
I blame myself for why I said gave me double.