It was a bitter truth, but an undeniable one.
Ivy's past was too dark for anyone to erase. During those times, Silas had been the one who stayed by her side.
His stubborn presence ensured she was never truly alone. For that, they were both grateful and slightly resentful toward him.
Silas lifted Ivy's hand and kissed the back of it softly. "You've lost weight."
Ivy rolled her eyes. "Every time you see me, you say that."
She scoffed lightly. "I've clearly gained weight."
As she spoke, she tried to pinch nonexistent fat on her arm, putting on a dramatic show.
Truthfully, even Ivy didn't understand why she never gained weight at all. It wasn't something to be happy about. After all, her weight barely hovered around sixty pounds.
It was far below the living threshold, something any normal doctor would immediately classify as severely underweight. In human terms, it was alarming.
Other doctors would have shaken their heads and quietly concluded that Ivy wouldn't live long.
