When Celeste said this, Ezra seemed to wake up from a dream, and turned his head quickly and almost hastily, watching the blood gradually flow out from between the woman's legs, like a gurgling river, on the snow-white bedsheet, winding out a shocking trace of heartache.
Cio had known Ezra for almost ten years, and it was the first time he saw such an expression on Ezra's face.
Like a lost little boy, he was at a loss, at a loss, and uneasy because he couldn't find his way home.
Even for the betrayal a few years ago, Cio could only see the deep anger and self-blame on Ezra. Not long ago, he looked so embarrassed.
But soon, Cio turned his attention to Ezra's arms, a dying woman with shocking bloodstains on her slender legs.
Out of the instinct of a doctor, he instinctively asked Ezra.
