Many media outlets came to the final round.
Vivian sat backstage, her face pale and her eyes red, looking as if a strong breeze could knock her over.
Daniel stood beside her, lowering his head to adjust her earpiece.
On her table sat a stomach medicine box. A sticky note was attached to the lid.
Take your medicine after meals. Don't drink anything cold.
The handwriting was Daniel's.
I suddenly remembered the time my stomach hurt and he had only replied on w******p.
Daniel: Just drink something warm.
So he wasn't incapable of being thoughtful. He had simply chosen not to be thoughtful toward me.
When I walked in, Daniel's movements paused.
His gaze on me was complicated. There was anger, panic, and a trace of concern he couldn't hide.
In the past, that small flicker of concern wo
