"Shirley!"
With no time to react, everyone rushed over to her.
In my mind's eye, I could already see the scene unfolding before me. A lifeless shell of a person, a disfigured body, lying dead on the ground covered in blood.
Fortunately, the first I saw was a large inflatable cushion. Like a newborn baby, Shirley's entire body was wrapped in it. From where we were, it was hard to tell whether she was hurt. But it was obvious that she had fainted from the impact of the fall.
I had finally calmed down and took a deep breath.
In the inpatient department, families were seen gathering together, whispering to each other about what had happened on the rooftop. They were either indifferent or gossiping about it, I took no offense to them.
The grievances of other people often weren't thought about or empathized over, regardless of whether you were involved with them or not. It usually ended up as table gossip.
As for me, I just considered them white noise, as I held my arms together and walked silently.
After everything that had happened, I deeply understood Shirley's feelings. The moment she'd shown that she had no hesitations in ending her own life, I was willing to break my own principles just to save her.
I had to think of a way to come to a compromise.
"Where were you?"
As soon as I heard Hendrix's familiar voice, I realized that I had been zoning out. I watched calmly as he draped his jacket over me, and I followed his movements with hollow eyes.
Clothes, coats... That's it!
"Hendrix." I suddenly grabbed his arm as my eyes lit up. "I want to agree to Irvin's terms!"
Hendrix's thick eyebrows furrowed together as he said coldly, "Say that again."
Knowing that he had misunderstood me, I laughed. I tiptoed and held embraced him with my arms around his neck. "I said, you're the chosen matchmaker!"
The moment he heard this, the haze around Hendrix's frown turned into a faint smile. "Are you sure it's a matchmaker and not the boyfriend of a cheater?"
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