"You want to gang up on me? You better see if you have what it takes." Andrew picked up a wooden stick from the ground and went up to them. He exercised regularly, and these drunkards were no match for him.
"Are you okay?" The fight ended sometime later, the men running away when they realized they couldn't win.
Andrew carefully ripped off the tape on Cynthia's mouth, his eyes filled with guilt.
"I'm fine." Cynthia nodded weakly, tears sliding down her face uncontrollably.
Seeing Cynthia like this, Andrew's heart almost clenched into a ball. If it weren't for his negligence, things wouldn't have turned out this way.
"You're hurt." Looking up, Andrew noticed the blood on Cynthia's forehead. He had mistaken it for her hair from afar.
Scooping Cynthia into his arms, Andrew walked
