She looked at Amos in a daze and smiled.

"Why should I cry? I won't cry!"

Amos remained silent. He raised his hand and stroked the top of her hair. Eudora, who had been acting tough and pretending that she would never cry, could feel a lump forming in her throat. Tears began to fall from the corner of her eyes.

Eudora reached out and hit Amos in the chest as she started crying.

"You're a bad guy, who told you to touch my hair like that? Did you have to make me cry so that you'd feel at ease?"

His soft and gentle movement touched her heart deeply.

Amos...