“Ahhhhh!” Mr. Klein howled.
With her eyes tightly closed, Estelle, who didn’t dare to see what she had done, could clearly feel that the knife had pierced into flesh.
“Help! Help! She’s crazy! She wants to kill me!” Mr. Klein screamed and ran out.
Then, the whole clinic was in an uproar.
“Let go of the knife.” A man’s husky and deep voice came to Estelle’s ears.
Hearing the familiar voice, Estelle was stunned, and her mind went blank. For a moment, she could only hear her ragged breathing and the heavy breathing of the man beside her. Slowly turning her head, she saw that the man was all in black and wearing a helmet.
“Estelle, let go of the knife.” Cristofer’s muffled voice came from the helmet.
It was not until then that Estelle loosened her grip on the knife in fluster. Then she found that he was holding the Swiss Army knife by its blade tightly in his left hand, and blood was flowing out through his fingers.
Before Estelle could say something, Cristofer took her wrist and pulled her out of the ward. In the corridor, the strong men in black rushed over with fierce looks when they saw them. Cristofer then kicked them hard one by one and quickly took Estelle out of the clinic.
“What should we do now?” Estelle asked in a panic.
Without saying anything, Cristofer carried her in his arms and put her on the seat of his motorcycle. Then, he quickly straddled the motorcycle and rode away. The motorcycle weaved its way through the bustling street swiftly, and soon, they completely got rid of those men in black.
****
The motorcycle was running fast, and the wind disheveled Estelle’s hair. Sitting in the front of the motorcycle seat, she couldn’t help but want to cry when she saw the familiar motorcycle.
Then she saw that Cristofer’s left hand was still bleeding and said anxiously, “Your hand…”
“It’s okay.”
“But it’s still bleeding!”
“Fortunately, I stopped you from hurting Mr. Klein in time. He is an unreasonable jerk. If you hurt him, you will have endless trouble in the future.”
Feeling guilty and apologetic, Estelle reached out her hand and gently put it over the back of his hand.
“Estelle, don’t touch it.”
“It must hurt very much,” Estelle said with a distressed look.
“It doesn’t hurt,” Cristofer reassured her.
“You are lying. I used all my strength at that time.”
“But if you keep touching my hand like this, I can’t focus on driving the motorcycle,” Cristofer said in a gentle and calm voice.
Hearing this, Estelle nodded and withdrew her hand. But after thinking for a few seconds, she put her hand back on his again and applied pressure to his hand to stop the bleeding.
“The wound is serious. Let’s go to the hospital now.”
“It’s okay. I don’t need to go to the hospital.”
“Don’t pretend that you are okay again,” Estelle said worriedly while frowning deeply. “You told me not to pretend to be strong, but you always pretend to be strong. Listen to me, okay? Let’s go to the hospital to treat your wound. I’m worried about you.”
The cold wind was blowing more and more strongly, and there were fewer and fewer cars and people on the road as they headed to the western suburb of the city.
“Estelle, do you know who I am?” Cristofer asked in a low voice.
Since the wind blowing hard made a roaring noise, Estelle didn’t hear what he had said clearly.
“What did you say?” she asked.
“… Nothing.”
‘I have never told you that you took me as Mr. Mysterious again….’
“Could you say it again?” Estelle asked again.
“… Nothing. It’s not important,” Cristofer smiled and said.
Pressing his left hand hard, Estelle said, “All right. Your hand…”
“Estelle, do you know what day it is today?” Cristofer suddenly asked her.
Upon hearing his question, Estelle replied, “I wanted to celebrate your birthday with you, but I couldn’t find you earlier. Your birthday is on December 31st, and I’ve always remembered that. I intend to celebrate all your future birthdays with you.”
“Okay,” Cristofer said happily. Then he thought, ‘You still remember my birthday. That’s enough. Even if only one percent of your heart belongs to me, I’m still satisfied.’
“Estelle, I’m so happy now,” he said.
“Happy? I stabbed you with a knife, and your hand is still bleeding. Why are you happy?” Estelle said with a helpless smile tugging on her lips.
“As long as I can be with you, I’m willing to let you stab me with a knife every day.” Cristofer joked at her.
“Don’t say such words.”
“I mean, I’m willing to do anything as long as we can be together forever.”
Estelle’s heart skipped a beat, and she blushed in shyness.
“Estelle, I’m happy that you’re concerned about me,” Cristofer said, his voice filled with joy.
As he spoke, his smile broadened, but Estelle couldn’t see it because he was wearing a helmet.
“Estelle, I want to celebrate my birthday with you every year.”
“Okay, we’ll celebrate your birthday together every year,” Estelle said softly. “Even if you forget your birthday, I won’t forget it. How about we go to Mount Cloud to watch the sunrise on every one of your birthdays?”
“Great,” Cristofer said with his voice full of affection.
****
Later, the motorcycle slowly nosed its way onto the twisting mountain road. They could feel the temperature slowly dropping as they went up the mountain.
When Cristofer and Estelle finally reached the top of the mountain, it began to drizzle, and the fine drizzle veiled the mountain. After stopping the motorcycle, Cristofer helped Estelle get off it carefully.
Looking at the red palm print on her clothes, he sighed and said, “I’m sorry that I stained your clothes.”
Estelle lowered her head and saw the blood stain on her flannel coat but didn’t care about it. Then she took off the coat and turned it over.
“It’s okay. Since it is already stained with blood anyway, I don’t mind it being stained with more blood. Let me use this to help you stop the bleeding first.”
“Okay,” Cristofer smiled and nodded.
Taking his hand, Estelle saw blood pouring from the deep cut on his palm and frowned tightly. Without hesitation, she quickly folded her coat into a strip and, wrapped it around his bleeding palm, and tied the two sleeves tightly.
Seeing his hand wrapped by “the oversized bandage,” Cristofer couldn’t help but smile helplessly and said, “It looks a little… ugly.”
“It doesn’t matter. There is no one else here, and only the two of us can see it. Besides, I don’t think it’s ugly.”
“Really?”
“Really. It’s not ugly at all.”
“Okay.” Cristofer nodded.