Unfocused

At the same time, at the corner of the room, Blake picked Angie up from the ground and carefully placed him on a bench beside her. She half-squatted in front of her to check if she was injured.

"Aren't you going to wait for me in the ward? Why did you come out?” Blake's warm and angry voice, however, did not sound reprimanding or reproach, on the contrary, contained a trace of concern.

Angie let out a coquettish laugh, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pouted. "I'm afraid you won't want me anymore."

Blake frowned, and tore off her arm without leaving a trace, "I said I won't leave you behind, I definitely won't. Angie, don't be so willful next time. If you can't see, it will be very dangerous to be alone."

"I know. Are you angry?" Angie giggled, her soft arms wrapped around him again, her head resting on his chest. "Blake, I knew you cared about me."

Blake was silent, but the look in his eyes was extremely deep and cold.

"Can you still walk?" After a moment of silence, Blake asked