"I brought so many things to see her. Why isn't she getting up? Does she not welcome me? Or did I give Stella the wrong impression? Is she still mad at me? She is too petty."
I leaned against the door frame with one leg, quietly watching her acting wronged in front of Luxor.
Luxor ruffled her hair and comforted her gently
"Of course not. I'll go call her."
As he looked up, our eyes met. I watched him quietly.
Sherry hurried over to me, exclaiming.
"Stella, is your leg really injured?"
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault. If I hadn't fainted, causing Luxor to take me to the hospital first, he wouldn't have left you alone in the fire."
Her voice carried a hint of fear, as if I were a vicious person.
Luxor couldn't bear to see her like this, so he stepped forward to comfort her.
"It's not your fault. The hotel fire wasn't your doing, so you shouldn't blame yourself."
"Stella, if you want to blame someone, blame me. This has nothing to do with Luxor. You don't need to make it hard for him. You can even hit me."
Watching Sherry's pitiful look, it felt like I was back to that night.