When I was discharged from the hospital, I went back to the Watson family alone.
The room was pitch-black. I couldn't be bothered to turn on the lights and was about to wash up when I kicked a heavy object. I looked down and was scared out of my wits.
Dean, who hadn't been seen for a long time, frowned and lay on the ground. His collar was wide open and his face was red.
“Lina... Lina...” His eyes were closed as he called out in a low voice.
When I heard this name, I felt an inexplicable irritation in my heart, especially when it came from him.
In the next moment, my wrist was suddenly grabbed by a strong force.
I was caught off guard and fell to the ground. Dean had woken up and his eyes were blurred.
I struggled to get up, but Dean held my face in his hands. He was very similar to Edward, but when I looked closely, I could see the faint mole at the corner of his right eye.
The elders often said that this represented crying often.
"Lina... Didn't you say you wouldn't come...?"
After I slapped him, Dean seemed to have sobered up a little.
"Selina, how dare you hit me?" His voice was cold and he questioned me angrily.
I remained silent. Dean became even angrier and grabbed me by the neck.