Mason snapped back to reality. He stared at Celeste and after a few seconds of silence, then replied,
“What’s up?”
Celeste frowned, “You don’t look so good, are you feeling okay?”
“No, I’m fine,” Mason managed a weak smile. He put down the roses and touched his temple, “I think
it’s just some side effects from my new meds. Sometimes they make me dizzy”
Just as Celeste was about to speak, she noticed blood on Mason’s temple, She gasped, “You’re
bleeding!”
“Huh?” Mason looked puzzled and reached up to touch it, but Celeste grabbed his sleeve, “It’s your
hand that’s bleeding”
Mason looked down and saw his right palm smeared with blood, several small cuts still bleeding
The roses he had put aside were also stained with some blood. Clearly, he had been pricked by the
rose thorns.
“One, two, three…”
Celeste sat beside him, cleaning his wounds and counting the number of cuts. Finally, she exclaimed in
surprise, “Sixt Six puncture wounds, didn’t you feel it?”
Mason shook his head, “I’m kinda numb to pain.”
Celeste prudently closed her mouth and chose not to speak further.
She had asked about this during her grandmother’s birthday party and Mason had explained that his
burns made him insensitive to pain. She couldn’t ask again.
But she was still a bit confused. His arm had been burned and was therefore a bit numb to pain, but his
palm wasn’t burned. Six puncture wounds and he didn’t feel any pain at all?
With this thought, Celeste’s gaze softened and filled with confusion
The wounds weren’t deep, but the blood wouldn’t stop flowing. She wiped it with a cotton swab, and
immediately new blood beads appeared.
Celeste found it strange and casually remarked, “Your blood flows really fast, almost like a
hemophiliac.”
Mason paused, then slowly said, “Really? That obvious? I’m a mild hemophiliac
Celeste froze… Why did she always speak before thinking? “I’m sorry, I wasn’t making a joke about the
condition.”
Mason chuckled, “It’s okay, I’m not that sensitive, and my condition is mild
He pulled out a small bottle of medicine from his pocket and handed it to Celeste, “Could you open this
for me? Sprinkle some in my palm.” Celeste hurriedly took it, opened the bottle and sprinkled the
powder into Mason’s palm. He pressed the powder onto the wounds with a cotton ball. After about half
a minute, the bleeding stopped.
Celeste was surprised. “This is like that magical ointment we see in sci–fi shows, the one that heals
wounds instantly.”
Mason laughed at her comment, “Actually, it’s just thrombin.”
Mason had already experienced burns, headaches and now he had hemophilia. His life was really one
hurdle after another.
In Celeste’s mind, if it were her, she’d be whining non–stop about life’s unfairness. Yet, here was
Mason, still incredible and with such a good temper. This gentle and brave soul was truly admirable.
“By the way, didn’t you mention you had something to tell me?”
At that, Mason paused a bit before saying, “It’s about that house you mentioned. I had someone check
it out last night. Turns out, someone’s already living in it. The neighbors say the family’s been there for
years. The owner’s name is Daniel Campbell. Does that ring any bells?”
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