The cell phone screen had shattered and was black.

She picked it up and craned her head to see that the position was right up against Matthew's bedroom window.

She put her cell phone in her pocket, and after transplanting the flowers here, she raised her hand to wipe the sweat from her forehead.

She had wanted to give Matthew his cell phone back, but because she had been so busy for a while, she had simply forgotten about it.

Upon returning to the living room, she saw Matthew still sitting on the couch, flipping through pieces in his hands.

"I'm going to the hospital."

Matthew's hand froze and he...