"Where are you going?"
Willow asked, and her face flushed even more.
Sean shuddered.
With years of experience on the battlefield, he was used to life and death and troubles.
One could imagine how calm Sean was.
Outsiders could not affect a solid rock that easily.
However, he was nervous for no reason.
"I'm going to rest."
Sean muttered in reply as he had his back on Willow.
"... What if... it hurts again?"
Willow pressed her red lips together, not even noticing the coquetry in her voice.
"Then I'll come over again.
"You're on your period. Have a good rest."
Sean slowly left the room after he finished.
"Hmm...
"He's quite the gentleman."
Willow mumbled to herself with an indescribable emotion on her face.
After Sean left, Willow lay in bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.
The events of the last few days flashed through her head like a movie.
Sean had surprised her since he recovered his mind.
It had also brought some changes to Willow's life.
Willow could not help but feel some strange emotions.
They had spent two years together. Even having a pet could let you develop feelings.
Besides, Willow and Sean were living people.
"Willow! You don't really like him, do you?
"But why would you take care of him for two years if you didn't?"
Willow muttered to herself. After tossing and turning, she picked up her phone and called her best friend.
Rachel Summers—someone Willow grew up with.
They were deskmates since elementary school and through high school.
Rachel had a pretty name, but she had always been tough.
She aspired to enlist since childhood and dreamt of defending the country.
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