In a grand room, with long towering walls painted white and a large chandelier hanging from the top of the ceiling.
The exquisitely designed patterns were carved into the walls, with eloquent tapestries draping the entire room, giving the space an air that radiated wealth.
A single large bed was placed in the room, and in the center of the bed that could easily fit four people was a figure.
His skin so pale that he was barely recognizable.
His hair lacked the usual luster.
It had only been mere hours since he had left the café, and instantly... his condition worsened.
He had coughed up blood more times than he could count.
His weight had dropped significantly, now he felt like a feather on the bed.
His head was light and his gaze blurry.
He could barely see the forty-year-old lady standing by his side.
She was draped in a luxurious crimson silk and taffeta outfit adorned with numerous diamonds, her hands tightly wrapping the phone she held in them.
