Emma looked at him calmly. "I'm taking something off your head."
"What is it?" He asked.
She spread her hand on which there was a white fiber.
Jaquan was not satisfied with her explanation. He was sure that she was gently touching his hair.
The screen was dark. He could not see the emotions in her eyes clearly, so he could only feel it via the indistinct touch of that hand...
Did she kind of like him?
These days, he had to stay at home, hearing Felice's earnest teachings, but there was always a voice in his heart.
"Listen, just do whatever you want before it's too late."
'If Emma has an accident today and dies... if...'
He didn't want to think much about it. He only knew that when he saw her safe and sound, he shook in his shoes and was desperate to rush over and hug her tightly.