In the afternoon, my brain almost stopped working.

Patrick asked me to get water, and I stood there pouring water for him with the teapot in my hand. Then my mind went blank.

It wasn't until the water flowed down the table and scalded my feet that I realized what I was doing.

"I'm sorry!"

I put the teapot aside and looked at Patrick.

He looked at me, and his black eyes were cold. He didn't intend to blame me for pouring out the water, and there was no expression on his face.

He just looked at me.

But I was scared by his stares.

I took out the paper...