Chapter 85

　　Freddy's POV 　　I didn’t want to tell her that after my injury, my depression relapsed. It took a whole week of antidepressants before things finally stabilized. Once I got better, Stephen told me she had been knitting a sweater day and night, so I didn’t want to bother her. 　　"Forget it, there wasn’t much to say. I only messaged you because it was the first snow that day, and I couldn’t resist," she said, standing up and walking behind my wheelchair to push it slowly along the street. 　　"Then why didn’t you come to see me?" I asked in return. 　　"Henry said you care a lot about your appearance, and I was afraid your face hadn’t healed yet and you wouldn’t want to see me." 　　"But you only messaged me once." 　　"Because you didn’t reply the first time. I thought you didn’t want to hear from me." 　　"I did." I felt my throat tighten, and my voice turned hoarse. 　　"Hm?" Alina froze for a moment. I could feel her heartbeat quicken. "Freddy, did you just…?" 　　"There’s a cake shop up ahead," I