"I'm fine." I lowered my eyes and looked at the wound on my hand.

I was in so much pain in my heart.

So I couldn't even feel the pain coming from my fingers.

Shelton took out a band-aid from his pocket, stuck it on my wound, and scolded me, "You're a designer. A designer values her hand as much as her appearance. How come you say you are fine?"

I lowered my head slightly.

Shelton seemed to sense that I was in a bad mood and patted me on my head, "Could it be that you can't get him out of your mind?"

I didn't speak. Neither did my...