Wilford's POV

"It’s getting late. Let’s go home." I said, then led her towards my car. She stayed silent the whole time. I stopped the car and stared at her. She is avoiding my gaze.

"Cliry..." I called her attention, but she was still looking outside the car. I am not used to this. She might be really hurt because of what happened earlier. I held her hand. This time she looked at me. What a relief, because she had already stopped crying.

Since I woke up from that accident, she is the only one whom I didn’t remember. But she didn’t stay away from me. Yes, we do argue...