On the third day at noon, the rain had stopped.
The warm hospital room was filled with a faint scent of medicine.
On the hospital bed, Lilac Serval sat silently, taking occasional sips of the white fungus and lotus seed soup that Charles Mcintosh was feeding her.
The sweet flavor spread in her mouth. She lowered her head, staring at the white bedsheet.
The fever had subsided, but her complexion was still poor, pale.
"I'm leaving tomorrow," Lilac said softly.
"I won't allow it."
"Whether you allow it or not, I'm leaving tomorrow."
"Can't you just change your stubborn temper? In your current state, can you even go? You almost lost your life, and you're not even aware?" Charles' voice was filled with annoyance.
He was still angry about that night's events.
Anger was one thing, but more than that, he was filled with fear.
If he had no power or influence in Landon, how could he have found her? Even then, when he found her, she had already been lying in the rain for two hours.
