Brian trembled and held Valda even tighter.
âItâs not you who should apologize, itâs me. I couldnât find you and I put you in danger!â Brian murmured, and after a while, he finally let go of her and looked at Valda carefully.
His fingers, slightly trembling, touched her face, her eyebrows, and then her hair. âYour hair⦠itâs shorter now.â.
âBecause short hair⦠is easier to manage,â Valda bit her lip and said. At that time, Lisa took care of her very hard, and her long hair became a burden. Cutting it short was the most convenient option.
His gaze slowly moved downwards, and suddenly his pupils shrank as he stared at the crutch under her armpit. âWhatâs wrong? Are you injured?â
Valdaâs body stiffened and instinctively recoiled, trying to step back.
However, because Brian had his arm around her waist, she couldnât even move away even if she wanted to.
âItâsâ¦itâs nothingâ¦â she said in a fluster.
âIâll take a look.â He looked worried and anxious as he immediately crouched down and tried to lift Valdaâs long skirt to take a look.
But Valda stumbled backwards a few steps and said, âDonât look, thereâsâ¦nothing worth seeing.â
âValda, let me have a look. I want to know how your injury is doing!â Brian said anxiously. âDonât be afraid, I wonât hurt you. I just want to take a look. If your injury hasnât been treated properly, then Iâll take you to the hospital right away for further treatmentâ¦â
He approached her again as he spoke, wanting to pull up her skirt to get a better look.
Valda, however, wanted to avoid it even more.
âBrian, please⦠donât look, donât look at my legs, okay?â Valda stuttered nervously.
But the more she acted this way, the more it made him worry.
Suddenly, Valdaâs foot slipped and she fell backwards, dropping her cane to the ground.
As she was about to fall, Brian quickly stepped forward and caught Valda, saying âBe careful.â He then picked her up and gently placed her on the nearby sofa, telling her to sit down.
Then he knelt down in front of her, with a gentle and cautious look in his eyes, and said, âValda, let me see your injury. If I donât see it, I wonât be able to rest easy. Itâs been a year, and you finally appear in front of me, but you still have injuries on your body. How could I not look at your injury?â
At that moment, he didnât even ask why she came back or why she didnât come to see him. He wondered why he had to find out about her return from Camille, and if Camille hadnât mentioned it today, would he have had to wait even longer to find out?
He kept all these questions to himself at the moment, and only wanted to know how serious her injury was.
Valda tightly bites her lower lip, and her hands hanging by her side grip the hem of her skirt tightly.
Her legsâ¦often she didnât even want to look at them herself, feeling that they were so uglyâ¦and now, this ugly part of her was going to be seen. Seen by the man she cared about the most!
But⦠sooner or later, he will see it, wonât he?
Now, itâs just a little early. Valda kept repeating to herself in her mind.
This time, Brian lifted up her long skirt. She didnât resist anymore, but instead stiffened her body and let him pull up her skirt.
He saw a slightly deformed leg that looked noticeably different from a normal leg, and even had a gruesome scar on it.