Amanda Smith's gaze became slightly deep, the man before her still had the appearance she once adored, but now, looking at him no longer stirred any feelings in her heart.
Grief is no greater than the death of the heart, it seems it truly feels like this.
Her eyes shifted, trying to see what Samuel Johnson was doing, then suddenly her pupils dilated.
"Samuel Johnson, what are you doing?"
Her voice rose in the quiet room, causing Samuel Johnson, who was on the bed, to tremble slightly and the needle he held pierced his thumb, eliciting a pained "Ouch" from him.
Blood instantly began to flow out. Samuel, unable to wipe it off in time and seeing Amanda already standing in the room, quickly hid his hand behind his back. Then, remembering the items lying on the bed, he hurriedly yanked the quilt over to cover them.