Derek's POV
"Derek, why do you think I had plastic surgery and ran away?"
The scars on her fair skin were horrific.
Almost instinctively, I rolled up her sleeve only to see her arm covered with scars.
I persistently lifted the sleeve of her other hand, which was also covered in burn marks and twisted scars. It looked really heartbreaking.
"What happened to you?" I asked, my voice trembling with shock and concern.
Elena suddenly pulled her hand away from mine, and an uneasy expression appeared on her face.
"It has nothing to do with you. Like I said, if you don't kill me, I will leave. Whether I live or die in the future has nothing to do with you."
Her words revealed a sense of determination and avoidance.
I stood still with complex emotions.
I wanted to stop her and ask her what
