I smiled. “After ten years together, don’t you know that I am allergic to seafood?”
After that, I turned around and went back to the room.
Fred followed me and hesitated.
In the past, he would remember the date of my period, remember that I would have a headache on rainy days and remember every meaningful holiday for us.
Not to mention, when he first found out that I was allergic to seafood, he held my hand and cried silently in front of my bed all night out of guilt.
It was not that he had forgotten it now, but Ellen liked to eat seafood and it just happened to occupy his heart.
He just got confused.
I didn’t look at him, raised my hand and put the ointment prescribed by the doctor on the bedside table one by one.
When he saw the scar on my back, the guilt in his eyes became even worse.
He picked up the ointment I put on the table and was about to come over to apply the ointment to me.
I was about to refuse.
His phone rang at the right time.
I was so close that I could clearly hear Ellen’s panicked sobs.