Nakabalik na kami ni Rosalie sa dorm namin, nawala na ang sigla namin para sana sa pamamasyal matapos kumain.
"Are you okay, Ate Avery?" Rosalie asked, gently cupping my cheek.
Hindi maitago ang pag aalala niya sa kanyang mga mata, and I could see the hint of tears threatening to spill as she examined the bruise marking my skin.
Caught off guard, I turned to the small mirror on my computer table, where I noticed the faint finger mark on my cheek.
"I'm fine. Don't worry," I reassured her, trying to deflect her worry with a confident smile.
"I'll just buy some ice pack to put on your cheek so it doesn't swell," she insisted, her determination evident in her voice.
But I quickly stepped in, placing a hand on her arm to halt her movement.
"I'll go, you just get the food we ordered late
