Wilfred's expression was complicated.

If she knew what he had done, she would not say such things.

He did not dare touch her hand, let alone tell her about the darker parts of his life.

Wilfred did not refuse her this time, letting her hold his hand.

They sat quietly for a long while. The beads in Nina's hand seemed to deepen in color, the red tint becoming more prominent.

She noticed this and asked, "Are these beads changing color?"

Wilfred's eyes darkened. "Are they?"

Nina held the beads up to the sunlight, confirming the brightening red. "I thought the beads might darken over time from wear, but this red seems to be getting brighter. These are your beads, right? Haven't you noticed?"

Wilfred instinctively clenched his wrist, then smiled. "Maybe they're fake. I never had them tested."

Nina's gaze fixed on Wilfred. "Would you wear fake beads for so long? I'm not saying they're fake, just that it's strange to have blood inside them."

sniffed the beads. "They smell of herbs and blood. It's really

you notice?" she

expected Nina to be so sharp. Even if she did not know everything, she could still detect when something

you gave me these beads, I've felt protected. I actually feel much better now." Her fatigue seemed

can cook?"

had been to his place and workplace, and they never had any sign

said,

Curious, Nina followed.

red kind he always brought. She could not understand why Wilfred was so insistent

strawberries.

one up and popped it into her mouth. It was still very

the sweetest. Eating something

bit

thoughtful Wilfred was, even

bitter taste in

as if he could read

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