Stand Still, Don’t Run Away, My Little Wife

When Danae woke up, it was evening.

She opened eyes in a daze and felt dazzling in the dim light.

“Well…”

She wanted to raise her hand to block the dazzling light, but her arm was too heavy to move at all. The wound on her wrist was badly painful because of her movements.

“Danae, don’t move!”

Whose voice was it, so eager and worried.

She thought that the first person she saw when she opened her eyes would be Raymond, but it was not.

Yes, how could Raymond have that kind of eager voice towards herself?

It’s Cyril.

“Does the wound hurt? I’ll call a doctor…”

“Don’t…”

The words hoarse to the extreme overflowed from her dry lips. Her throat was dry and uncomfortable, and she just wanted to drink water.

Her eyes couldn’t help looking at the cup on the table. Cyril got that and poured her warm water.

“Don’t move your hands, I’ll feed you.”

Her hand couldn’t move any more now, otherwise the wound would be opened again and she would suffer again.

The people on the sickbed blinked and seemed to feel pain even when talking now.

Watching Cyril put the straw into the cup, after drinking a few mouthfuls, she licked her lips and slowly lowered her eyes.

The eyes fell on her right wrist wrapped in gauze, and the numbness and pain seemed to be almost unconscious.

She wouldn’t have mutilated her hand.

“The doctor said that it did not hurt the key, but it would take some time to recover.”

He could see that her look at the moment was clearly because her hands had become so unhappy, but since how, why did she hurt herself?

“Danae, you tell me… why did you do this?”

He knew that she had just woken up and must be very tired.

But he really needed an answer, an answer that he won’t think much of.

“Why did you want to commit suicide? Do you know that you almost died in the emergency room!”

If there was anything, she could tell him that he would help her.

But she would never be allowed to hurt herself like this!

Almost died in the emergency room… Uh.

Danae smile helplessly in her mind. She was so indifferent when she saw Cyril’s excitement.

She knew that she would not die.

Just, in the name of suicide, to leave him.

“Why…”

“Do you really want to know why?”

She lifted her lips and her voice was still hoarse, but it was somewhat colder.

“Well… I’ll tell you why.”

This time, let him think Danae was a completely bad girl.

No, she was not even qualified to claim to be a girl now.

“Because…”

At this time, the ward door was pushed open.

The man who came in, with a cold smile on his thin lips, condensed the sober man, and his brow was feminine.

“Because of what?!”

Cyril did not look at who came in. His eyes were fixed on the speaker. He was eager to know the answer. He wanted to know the answer.

Danae raised her eyes to Raymond’s deep and bottomless eyes, and his voice came to an abrupt end. The waves in his eyes were plated with self－mockery.

“Because she was sick!”

When the powerful voice came, she frowned slightly, but it was only an instant, and the emotion was hidden.

And Cyril, surprised to look back at the old man who came in. What did you mean, she was sick?

“Grandpa, what are you talking about…”

“Danae has autism since childhood, and now it was serious to the spirit. So she hurt herself and she will hurt you one day!”

Autism, psychosis?

When did she get so serious?

She understood the profound meaning of welcoming the man’s eyes like deep pools and smiling rather than smiling.

It seemed that he did it.

Cyril did not believe it. Looking at her hanging eyes, did she acquiesce?

Originally, it was because of her mental problems…

But－

“I don’t care!”Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

He didn’t care. From the very beginning, he guessed vaguely that perhaps she was different from ordinary people and might be ill.

But he can regard her illness as special and unique.

He really did not care. What he liked was Danae, who naturally included everything about her.

“What are you talking about?”

Charlie was extremely angry. He said that the girl was ill. As a result, the boy said he didn’t care!

It was Raymond who leaned against the wall with a smile and watched the drama quietly.

Well, as an onlooker, he was really not good at expressing any opinions.

“I said I didn’t care!”

Cyril looked at the girl with clear words－

“I don’t care whether she is ill or not, and whether she will not be well in the future. These are not the reasons to prevent me from being with her!”

That every word, tender and warm, she listened, even if the look does not change, but in the heart… already have sour and helpless.

She didn’t know why, suddenly thought of some words－

There was a lad who treated her like the apple of his eyes.

The lad, she met him.

Unfortunately, he was not meant to be hers.