The next night.
Hermione's fingers still hurt. She lay on the bed, tossing and turning, and finally fell asleep.
Bryson lay next to her, hugging her.
His phone suddenly vibrated. Afraid of waking Hermione up, Bryson muted the phone and pulled his arm out of her neck, planning to answer it outside.
But halfway through, Hermione woke up. She opened her eyes, looked at him with sleepy eyes, and asked, "What happened?"
"Answer the phone." Bryson pointed to the phone.
"Just answer it here. Don't go out. It's cold outside," she said considerately.
Bryson nodded. After the phone was connected, he asked, "Jacob, what's the matter?"
Jacob, Vivian's older brother, politely said, "I'm sorry to disturb you so late at night. Vivian's hand was smashed by others with a hammer, and the four finger
