A few minutes later, she went downstairs.
Mia Ginger ran up to him with iodine and band-aids in hand, extending her hands, "The ones you gave me last time, I barely used them."
"Thanks for going out of your way, appreciate it."
Mia tiptoed to look at him, hesitantly asked, "Is it serious?"
"Windsor is just like that," Mia said, scratching her head, "She’s not actually a bad person, she felt bad after biting you and cried as soon as she entered the dorm."
"She cried?" Camden River sneered, "Was she smoking?"
"Uh." Mia was stunned, then gave a wry smile, "You really understand her."
"I don’t." Camden said flatly, "Help me tell her not to come looking for me anymore. If she wants to jump, she can jump; her life is her own."
Camden released his hand slightly from his neck and casually threw a blood-stained tissue into the trash bin.
Only then did Mia get a clear look at his wound and took a sharp breath.
Windsor had bitten him too hard.
Camden’s wound was almost as bad as the one she once gave Louis.
The scar never faded; in the end, Louis got a rose tattooed over it.
Mia suddenly thought of this and was a bit dazed.
Camden gave her a strange look and probed, "Anything else?"
"Nothing." Mia snapped back to reality, smiled, and said, "With that injury, remember to apply some ointment when you go back."
"Okay." Camden nodded, "It’s late, you should get some rest."
"Alright." Mia smiled, turned around, and left.
A few minutes later, she returned to the dorm.
Windsor wasn’t inside, she was still smoking on the balcony.
Mia thought about it and felt a headache coming on. She pushed open the door, walked out, and directly took the cigarette from Windsor, extinguishing it on the balcony.
Windsor glanced at her but said nothing.
Leaning on the railing, she gazed at the night.
"Do you think you might have bitten him too hard?" Mia said with annoyance.
"I felt like it." Windsor’s expression turned a bit cold. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on 𝓷𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓵•𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑒•𝙣𝙚𝙩
"Well then, you wanted to break up, right? You got what you wanted." Mia said with a half-smile.
"No, just said not to look for him anymore."
"Isn’t that the same thing?" Windsor’s lips twitched twice.
"Yeah." As if in thought, Mia nodded, leaned on the railing like her, and frowned, "I think you might have some mental health issues?"
"You’re the one with the mental health issues." Windsor glared at her, suddenly said, "Who told him to embarrass me in front of you? How was I wrong to have a cigarette? Does he have to keep such a cold face? Just downstairs, when I tried to kiss him, he kept dodging. I got so pissed, I just bit him."
"Tsk, it was quite a bite." Mia chuckled.
"I!" Windsor took a long look at her, feeling incredibly irritable, "Do you even know how to comfort someone?!"
"Not really." Mia said candidly.
Windsor was momentarily lost for words, reaching into her pocket for another cigarette.
Mia quickly pressed down on her hand, suddenly said, "It’s not as simple as you think. Some men really don’t like women smoking. Actually, most men don’t really like it..."
Mia said thoughtfully, suddenly remembering Louis again.
Koa Jackson was so angry when he saw me with a cigarette, so was Louis, even though he smoked from morning till night himself.
But when things happen?