Chapter 225: Sixtieth Floor, Rest Area (1)
Alexei’s warmth seeped through the thin fabric of my shirt.
For some reason, Ha Hee-Jeong came to mind. She wasn’t particularly fond of Alexei under normal circumstances, so how much worse would this be for her now?
I quickly turned toward her, expecting an expression of clear distaste. To my surprise, she wasn’t scowling or recoiling. Instead, her eyes held an entirely different emotion—pity. It was a stark contrast to before.
Though they had grown somewhat more tolerant of each other, their relationship had never been particularly warm.
What on earth happened on the fifty-ninth floor?
Alexei, still nestled against me, lifted her head. “Thanks.”
I stared into her eyes, both reddened by tears shed and unshed.
For a moment, I hesitated.
What is the right thing to say?
After a brief moment of deliberation, I realized that she didn’t need more words of condolence. Actions would mean so much more. I gently wiped away the tears gathering beneath one of her eyes and patted her shoulder.
“Damn it. This isn’t even the first time I have lost someone, and yet here I am, a mess.” She forced a wide smile, but it only made her seem more pitiful.
The way her lips curved looked so sorrowful.