After eating, they slowly went back home.

Daphne told him to sit on the sofa and went to get iodine volts under the coffee table, intending to disinfect his wound.

Just as she removed his band-aid, she heard him ask, "Have you ever been to Sydney?"

Daphne froze in confusion. "No. "

She looked at the scabbed wound as she spoke, asking, "How does it hurt? I see that the wound seems to be recovering. If it still hurts badly, could it be a concussion?"

Donald was silent.

He said thoughtfully, "It's fine. It doesn't hurt that much. Just do it casually."

Despite what he said, Daphne gave him all-around disinfection before reapplying the band-aid and said solemnly, "If you're still in pain tomorrow, go to the hospital."

Donald nodded, and as Daphne turned to throw the swab, he asked again, "Have we met before? I mean, earlier than when we met at the police station."

Daphne paused, turned her head and smiled, "I don't think so."

"Then why did you say I saved you twice last night?"

Daphne fell silent.

Donald explained, "You are four or five years younger than me. We are neither in the same class, in the same year, nor in the same school. You can't have had a crush on me when you were a student, right?"

Daphne said nothing.

Donald was a little surprised.

Did he guess correctly?

the same school. How could I have had a crush

over his lap, leaning slightly and gazing at her, "Then tell

would not give up until Daphne told the

ago. It was probably a trivial

push her but stepped back and took out something to her, "This is yours,

the pen cap, and she took

up in the

it

help but ask, "First

"What?"

about, she became relaxed. She was relieved as she stared at the pen cap and slowly said, "There was once someone who lit up my

me that there are people who walk fearlessly for the sake of justice in their hearts despite obstacles. After the darkness of night,

asked, "So you were inspired by this pen cap to be a journalist to report

I saw it,

say such words is not a good person. Maybe some moral hypocrite. Don't

Daphne was speechless.

retorted in a low voice,

stick to the truth you believe in but didn't tell you how to save yourself in danger while pursuing the truth. What is this if not a hypocrite who only

continued unhurriedly, "When you were injured, did he come to rescue you? No, so he is

didn't retort again but

He really didn't remember.

late. I'm gonna go. Get to bed early

the door

into the lift,

lift door was about to close,

hear

lift doors closed at

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