The thought of that possibility made Nathan Leafcastle's head hurt even more.
Raising his hand, he gave his forehead a heavy tap.
"Nathan, are you okay?" Sally's voice came from outside the door, "Are you alright?"
Having not seen him come out for a while, she couldn't help but worry, hurriedly putting on clothes to come inquire.
"I'm... fine."
"Then... can I use the bathroom?"
"Sure, I'll come out right away!"
He stood up, frowned, shook his hand, and opened the bathroom door.
Outside the door, the girl was wearing only his shirt, with only a few buttons fastened, her long legs fully exposed...
He diverted his gaze, stepped aside, and Sally walked into the bathroom wearing his large slippers.
Returning to the bedside, Nathan looked at the closed bathroom door, reached out to grasp the corner of the bed sheet, took a deep breath, and suddenly pulled the quilt aside.
On the light gray sheets, there was a large dark red bloodstain, now dried.
