Chapter 312

Whether or not Melina got hurt, it didn't matter to Andrew before. Initially, he even felt that Melina was an incredibly manipulative person who always cried crocodile tears. When he recalled the past now, all he felt was a deep ache. After he finished helping her apply the ointment, he abruptly picked up the scissors he had used to snip gauze and scored a gash across his own palm. Melina, who was still hugging that pillow of hers, didn't even react until she saw his wound starting to bleed, whereupon she exclaimed, "What are you doing, Andrew?" He replied in a strained voice, "This hand harmed you." As someone who had always walked in the darkness, he'd finally grasped onto that tiny bit of warmth. Naturally, he wasn't about to allow anyone to hurt the source of that warmth—Melina—even if that someone was himself. He carelessly wrapped some gauze around the wound, acting as if he couldn't care less about it. Watching him made Melina angry, which prompted her to stand up shakily