She hid in her corner and refused to let anyone get close, especially him. She wrapped herself tightly like a cocoon.
He is as warm as the spring sunshine. But she always rejected his warmth. From the moment he met her, he liked her and wanted to protect her. But what she always gave him was to escape.
She was always capable of getting herself covered with bruises, but she could always hide her injuries perfectly, except from him. She didn't know that her eyes would always give her away.
He felt sorry for her like this.