After coming back with food and a few other useful items, Ash stayed by her side the entire time.
Even though Elysia was sleeping, it wasn't because she wanted to.
Deep down, she was desperate to talk to him, to hear his voice again, to ask the thousand questions that were clinging to her heart like vines. But Ash had gently asked her to rest.
He didn't want to risk anyone overhearing their conversation. Because he already knew—the very first thing she would ask him would either be about his transmigration or his past life.
Those same thoughts haunted him as well. He was just as desperate to know the truth.
How had she ended up in this world? How did she adapt in this world? How was she living this entire time? There were too many tangled emotions inside him, too many questions with no answers yet.
