"Stop keeping your head down." Aren reached out and lifted Jocelyn's chin, stopping her from lowering her head again.
After carefully wiping the tears on Jocelyn's face, Aren finally realized what he had done.
She was just a contracted bride. When the time came, after the two of them broke off their relationship, they would no longer have anything to do with each other.
Aren warned himself.
However, when he saw Jocelyn's eyes that were especially clean and clear after being washed by tears, Aren was tempted again.
With a dark face, he suddenly picked her up from the bed.
The sudden weightlessness made Jocelyn wrap her arms around Aren's neck and cry out in surprise.
"What are you doing? Put me down! We're in the hospital!" Jocelyn kicked her legs, wanting to jump off of Aren.
"Ouch!"
Under Jocelyn's intense struggle, the wound on Aren's body that had not healed completely seemed to have cracked open, making him gasp in pain.