Lola Hussey was in a hurry, so she became somewhat impatient: "Is it something important? If it's not that important, can we talk about it some other time?"
As she spoke, she tried to pry Danny Sullivan's grip from her wrist.
But his grip was tight, and she couldn't break free even with much effort, her wrist even started to hurt. Lola furrowed her brows, didn't hear him speak, and looked up at him.
As their eyes met, Lola's heart skipped a beat.
His face looked gloomy, not just a feeling, but a visible gloom.
It seemed like he was in a bad mood or was angry about something.
Seeing him like this, suddenly, Lola remembered when she had lost her memory, and Danny Sullivan came to North City, approaching her with an unclear identity...
"Danny? What's wrong with you?"
He didn't speak, so she called his name.
"I'm fine, but you seem angry, do you not?" Danny Sullivan asked her with a faint smile, his gaze falling on their entwined hands.