Selina's POV In less than ten minutes, Bella was driving to my apartment building. She was in such a hurry that she didn't even have time to put on makeup or change her clothes. Her hair is a bit messy, her temporary clothes have not been properly adjusted. I suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that the strange illness I was thinking about was no longer scary. Anyway, there are people who worry about me and stay by my side all the time, no matter what happens, I will get through it. We sat down on the sofa in the living room. Bella sat right next to me, she took my arm and watched. It seems Bella also remembers the locations of my wounds from yesterday. She scrutinized each place carefully, the worry on Bella's face growing darker by the day. How can so many wounds that just bled

