When Yang Ming saw Hera again, he was startled by her mental state.
She sat dazed in the corner, her once bright eyes now lacked luster, her long hair simply tied back, the tips showing traces of dirt;
Her once somewhat adorable face was now pallid and made one's heart ache.
"Bring a cup of warm water."
Yang Ming instructed Lyu.
The few robotic maids in the cabin immediately lowered their heads and left, leaving Hera by the floor-to-ceiling window.
This supply ship had been a cozy birdcage that Yang Ming had renovated for Hera.
They had spent two joyful years here, where Yang Ming had relieved much of his stress and had even grown dependent on it.
Unfortunately, due to their respective peculiarities, Hera and Yang Ming could no longer maintain this game of seeking a sense of family from each other.
"What happened?"
Yang Ming asked gently, trying to appear tender, as he reached out to hold her frail shoulder.
