Grace Li slowly reached out, her fingers gently brushing through Aiden Thompson’s hair, her touch as delicate as if she were caressing a priceless work of art. Her mind wandered as she thought back to how she had rejected him so bluntly the day before. What did he think? Did he feel hurt, or maybe even a little angry?
She sighed softly, pulling her hand back and carefully reaching behind to touch the skin that still held memories of the past. Over the years, the wound had healed, leaving only a scar that had faded with time.
As a child, she hadn’t paid much attention to it. She had even been secretly relieved that the scar was on her back and not on her face—after all, for a young girl who cared so much about her looks, the face was everything. But as she got older, especially after she
