Nelly pushed him away forcefully. "Don't touch me. Go away, you beast. Get lost, Yaron Molly, or I'll kill you."
Hearing Yaron's name, Lennon paused. He forgot her trauma.
She punched him with all her strength.
He stopped and looked at her below him. Then, heheld her face with both hands.
"Nelly, look. Who am I?"
Nelly tilted her head, opened her tightly shut eyes, and looked at him.
The ferocious face of Yaron clearly etched in her mind was slowly replaced by Lennon's.
Lennon was looking at her with gentleness, which finally made her less afraid.
"Who am I?"
"Lennon."
Lennon gently stroked her cheek. "Yes, it's me. I won't force you, so don't be afraid."
She looked at him silently.
She started to become a little sober now.
He turned over and sat beside her. Picking up the bee
