Chapter 194

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Sophia's face, and her knee was scraped, making her look a bit dirty and disheveled. She had gone downstairs for something, but how did she end up like this? She didn't care about my response. Instead, she sized me up before her gaze finally settled on my wrist, and she exhaled in relief. Her expression seemed to say, "Thank goodness. Joshua is fine." She had been so scared when she first heard that someone had slit their wrists. Her first thought was that it was me. In her mind, I had a history of self-harm, so it wouldn't be surprising if I did it again. I stared at her momentarily, then returned to my design draft. For a brief moment, I wanted to ask her why she looked so disheveled but suddenly felt there was no need. We could never go back to what we were. Whether I asked her about it or not didn't matter much. Sophia stood a short distance away, observing the scene. Pressing her lips together, she looked down silently. She felt like s