The Instinct of Jealousy

Damian brought Hazel out of the research institute and headed to the hospital. Along the way, he couldn't help but glance at her wrist. She just cut her wrist, yet she dared to walk without sufficient rest. So, why would he worry about her when she didn’t care about herself? But the more Damian thought about it, the angrier and moodier he became. In the hospital. As Hazel stood outside of the ward, she stared at the man lying on the bed through the glass window and her tears couldn’t stop falling. In truth, she knew him very well. He had always been stubborn and strong-willed. Since he hardly exposed his weakness in front of others, everyone believed that he would never yield. Even so, Hazel would feel distressed for him, just like when he would feel the pain in his heart whenever she was sick or injured. Sadly, she couldn’t rush in and hugged him at this moment. Instead, she could only stand and stare at him from a distance. Her hands unconsciously slid on the transparent glass, as if