Franklin turned back to see Christine sitting on the floor in a playful manner, a flush of affection on his lips, "Rascal?"
Christine didn't say anything, sitting straight on the cold ground, disgruntled, "Franklin, you can't be mad at me."
"There is no reason for you to be angry with me." Christine stressed again.
"It's cold on the ground. I'll carry you home." Franklin dropped to one knee at her side, put his hands under her armpits, picked her up off the floor, carefully avoided her wounds, and carried her toward the room.
Bruce stood on the other side of the corridor, seeing their departing figures, his eyes seemingly dark.
Christine, I'm back.
I've come back to marry you.
All the way back to the ward, Franklin laid her down next to the bed and stared at her condescendingly.
People all had a feature of reading bones which indicated rebellion in the future, and a man like Franklin, naturally, was uncomfortable when Christine suddenly acted nonchalant and calm.
"Why did you meet The Blacks today?" Franklin was jealous.