Maybe She Can Tell Him

He said they were dirty... Daisy's hands and feet suddenly became cold. "Daisy, what's wrong with you?" Sean sensed that there was something with her. "Are you not feeling well? Does your head hurt again?" As he spoke, he raised his hand to touch her head. However, Daisy turned her head all of a sudden and dodged. Sean's hand hung awkwardly in mid-air. Did he get rejected again? Why was she always like this? He felt distinctly that they had got a step closer, but she shrank again... "Daisy, can't you tell me what happened?" Daisy panicked and avoided his eyes. At the moment, she just wanted to leave and didn't want to face him. "I... I'm fine! What do you want me to tell you?" "You obviously care about me, and you still have me in your heart..." Sean was anxious. "No!" Daisy tried to deny it. "You think too much. I..." "Liar!" Sean approached her step by step. "If you don't, why did you come here? Why did you take care of me when I was in a coma?" Daisy didn't know how to answer. "I...