“What about your arm?” Estelle asked, then glanced out the window. “The weather is awful today.” It was gloomy and humid as if rain was imminent.

Hearing this, Cristofer turned onto his back. After moving his left arm a few times, he smiled and said, “It’s strange. It’s not hurting much today.”

“That’s good,” Estelle replied, relieved.

Cristofer then reached out, intending to hold her hand. However, in the darkness, he accidentally touched her long hair and caught a whiff of the faint jasmine scent.

“Estelle...” he called her name in a husky voice. Before he could say anything more, Estelle interrupted, “I have something to tell you.”

With an...