Capítulo 175: 164: Caring for the Injured, the Year I Was Touched (Second Update)_1

Yale Allen pushed open the door and turned on the living room light.

Selena Flores, who was sitting in the dining room, immediately stood up upon hearing the noise, "You're back."

This feeling of being waited for was strange.

Yale Allen's face was always listless and weary of the entire world, "It's not the weekend."

The heating wasn't on in the house, and Selena's feet were already numb from the cold, "Uncle Lennox said you were injured, so I came to take care of you."

Yale turned on the heating, took off his clothes, threw them on the sofa, and remained silent as if she didn't exist.

"Have you eaten?" Whenever Selena spoke to him, she was always cautious, timorous, and humble.

"No."

She went to the kitchen to cook noodles.

Her phone was on, playing a song. Yale knew that song, which was said to be written for people with depression.