The Hero

The next morning, when Anne woke up, Justin was already not in the room. This was not an ordinary place, so she didn't dare to walk around. She stood at the door and looked around. When she saw Tim doing exercise on the drill ground not far away, she smiled and walked toward him. "You got up early!" Anne stretched out her arms and leaned on the parallel bars. She asked with a smile, "Are you all right? Is it okay to do exercise?" Tim was sweating, and his shirt was half-buttoned, but his breath was not chaotic. He looked up at Anne, with dissatisfaction in his eyes. Apparently, he was still angry about what she had done the previous night. "It's just a minor injury. I won't die. You don't have to make a fuss... Besides, I'm not crippled. I just have an injured leg!" "Ha?" Anne burst out laughing, feeling that he was really funny. "Are you still mad at me? It was for your own good." "No, I'm not." Tim retorted in a low and muffled voice, his words against his heart. He was a straightfor