"Don't open your eyes. You may be suffering snow blindness now." Patrick did not answer my question. Instead, he came over with a medicine chest in one hand and a towel in the other.

He let me lie on the sofa.

He put the towel on my eyes first, and then said, "I'll bandage your wound. Wait a minute."

I lay there obediently, feeling a little regretful for my impulsiveness.

"Your feet are completely blue because of the low temperature. Don't be impulsive in the future. If you have something to do, you can just ask me sincerely. How can I not agree?" As Patrick spoke, he gently grabbed my...