Allison felt like crying. How could she possibly not give that some serious thought? How could any wound heal magically?

'So it was him?' She thought.

She asked,

"How? You came to my house that day?"

Ryan did not reply to her as if he were also recalling the day how he healed her. In a fit of rage, he clenched his jaw.

Allison could see wrath scrambling in his eyes. She avoided his gaze in fear.

Before the past two years, those eyes used to stare at her with a sense of warmth.

She cursed ...