She was getting better and better at being coquettish, and it became more and more lethal.
"I need a hug," sighed James Black. "You weren't hurt when that car hit us today?"
"No," Jane Sampson shook her head. "At that time, I was holding a pillow. When the collision happened, I just happened to hit my pillow, and Lucy, because she was in the co-pilot seat with a seatbelt, was also fine."
It was only then that James felt relieved. He had asked many times, fearing that she might be hiding some discomfort and not dare to say it.
His little miss always worried about troubling others.
Jane's hand slipped from below James's arm and tightly hugged his waist. She pressed her face against his chest, and images of seeing him at the hospital uncontrollably filled her mind.
It was quite unexpected. Jane simply glanced once more at the gate of Operation Room Two and unexpectedly saw a very familiar silhouette.
So familiar that she couldn't help but walk towards it.
