Charles

"Let go of me!" Frightened, Daisy broke free from Charles and stared at him with her eyes wide open, full of vigilance. "I'm, I'm sorry." Charles stammered. He stared at Daisy, blushing, and immediately let go of his hand. "I... I didn't mean to hurt you..." Daisy was stunned. He was tall and seemed to be older than her. Why did he speak like a child? She looked at him carefully, and a thought occurred to her. Could it be that he... Charles's face became redder and redder as he rubbed his hands nervously. "You... get up quickly! It's cold on the ground." As he said that, he reached out his hand to Daisy, but he dropped his hand when he caught Daisy's refusing look. "Can... can you get up by yourself? I, I just wanted to help you up. I promise I won't hurt you anymore." Feeling that he meant no harm, Daisy stretched out her arm to him. "Give me a hand." Charles paused for a moment, and then he beamed. "Hmm! Okay!" Seeing his happy face, Daisy couldn't help smiling. Her smile made Charle