Camden River stopped in his tracks, took a deep breath, and turned slightly, saying, "I'll wring a towel to clean your wound."
"Oh." Windsor Myres suddenly laughed, relaxing.
Camden River pressed his thin lips together, looked at her with a complex expression, rubbed his forehead, and went to the bathroom.
After a while—
The sound of water abruptly stopped, and he came out.
Holding a towel, he half-squatted in front of Windsor Myres, supporting her injured calf with one hand, gently wiping it. His lips remained pressed together, his face expressionless, looking extremely cold.
"Hey."
"..."
"Hey!"
After calling out twice, Windsor Myres finally caught his eye.
"Don't be angry," Windsor Myres shook his shoulder with one hand, and before she could say another word, she sneezed loudly.
Camden River took a deep breath, got up to find the air conditioning remote, and directly set the temperature to twenty-six degrees.
He took the towel and went to the bathroom again.
