For some reason, a faint sense of foreboding slowly rose within him.
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"Iris, are you feeling better?"
Lady Hyde walked over, looked at the bandage on her forehead, and asked softly.
"It's okay." Iris Harris nodded, "It's just a little blood, nothing serious."
Upon hearing this, Lady Hyde looked at Iris Harris's pale cheeks, wanting to say something but stopped.
She felt very sad inside; however, now everything was irreversible.
If she'd known, she would have prevented them from meeting ten years ago.
"Let's eat first."
Lady Hyde held Iris Harris's hand, sighed silently, "The cook made red bean and jujube porridge, eat more to replenish your energy."
Iris Harris replied with an "Mm," and followed Lady Hyde into the dining room.
Everything that happened last night seemed like water passing—veiled in a mutual, tacit understanding.
