My Sweetheart

West Mountain’s terrain was complex. For a girl with a poor sense of direction, it was really easy to get lost.

Joseph paused for a moment, as if he did not know what to say. He only responded indifferently and pulled her hand to go back.

As he stepped out of the bushes, Joseph took off his raincoat and draped it over her.

In the dark night, he led Kathy the way back without hesitation. Her hand had always been clenched into a fist. Rather than being pulled by him, his hand wrapped around her fist, and she had never been able to open it.

After walking down for almost half an hour, they could finally see the light at the foot of the mountain. In the rainy night, it was like a landscape painting.

Kathy walked more slowly and she staggered a little.

Joseph finally stopped. He wiped the rain off his face and looked at her with a slight frown. "Are you tired?"

Kathy forced a smile. "No."

If it was Kathy from before, she would have already thrown herself into her arms and cried.

Joseph pursed his lips and said calmly, "Don't cause me any more trouble."

She avoided his gaze and said ok.

It was already early in the morning when they walked back to the courtyard where they lived. The old couple was still waiting worriedly. They finally heaved a sigh of relief when they saw the two of them.

Kathy pulled away his hand and sat down in the hall. She gritted her teeth and touched her feet.

The hostess’s eyes were sharp. She saw her swollen red ankle at a glance. "Ouch," she said with concern. "How did this happen?"

Kathy looked at the hostess embarrassedly and thanked her sincerely who had immediately taken the medicinal liquor.

Joseph stood at the side all the time and his expression was extremely sullen.

it to

walked to Kathy's side. His fingertips brushed her

trying hard to endure

and dry towel rubbed her hair. Kathy

He stretched out his

Only when the hostess left did Joseph frown and

was low and calm. "It doesn't

around, and only one could hear

her expression. His tone became

calm gaze gradually became emotional. She opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but she

what he thought of her, or

happened. That

the towel

the table coldly and raised her eyebrows. She smiled and

not wait for Joseph to answer

shadows lengthened in the night. The stairs were high and steep. Every time she took a step up, the ankle that had just been given the

supported the power of both hands on the armrest. She walked slowly but intently,

her eyes, but remembered when she lost her way in the mountains during the day: she didn't feel scared at all, as if

collapse. After leaving Joseph, all her firm beliefs

of Joseph, she could last until

feel like she was in an abyss. No

now, when he pushed aside the bushes, she was not at all happy to be rescued, but her mood became even heavier, as if she was about to face a nightmare she didn’t want to continue. She hid, but after a long time, she was still

a sound beside the bed. Joseph's cold voice made her come to

eyes and there was a

soup that the hostess cooked for you." He said

the bowl. Without saying a word,

inside.

what he meant, nor did she

soon, but she did