Levi sat back in the seat where Harley Rein first saw him.
At this moment, a man suddenly rushed in. He was wearing a bloody windbreaker and a wide-brimmed hat. The man walked straight to the bedside of Levi's mother, Kusher.
"Hey, you look like you've lost a lot of weight, Kusher."
Looking at the man without emotion, Levi said to him, "She's dead."
Hearing Levi's voice, the man turned around and looked at him.
"What about you, are you still alive?"
Seeing Levi's lack of reaction, the man turned to face Levi and frowned.
"Hey, hey, please spare me. Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
He asked Levi again, "What's your name?"
Levi raised his eyelids and looked at the man, and said in a voice as soft as a mosquito:
"Levi, it's just Levi."
Hearing Levi say this, the man suddenly let go of the handbag in his hand, leaned back against the wall, and slid down.
"Is that so, Kusher? That's indeed not a surname worth mentioning." The man spoke to Kusher on the bed as if talking to himself, although he knew that the other party would not respond to him.
Sitting on the ground, the man said to Levi:
"My name is Kenny, just Kenny, an acquaintance of Kusher's."
The man's face was blocked by the brim of his hat, so his expression could not be seen clearly. He only said to Levi: "Please give me more advice."
In the quiet room, there was only a haggard child and a man covered in blood, looking at each other in silence.
Halle Rhine was lying on the bed in the clinic. The sweat soaked her hair and stuck to her face. She looked even paler as she was seriously ill.
"Harley! Quick, quick! Over here!"
"Haha, sister! Brother! Wait for me!"
"I got you! Hahaha!" The handsome boy picked up the little Harley Rhine and spun her around.
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha! Sister, look at me! I'm flying!"
The young parents sitting on the grass looked at their children lovingly and smiled.
"Be careful, don't drop your sister."
On the grass, young boys and girls were running and laughing, holding their younger sisters, and the whole world was filled with laughter.
Lying on the hospital bed, Harley Rhine was trapped in a nightmare, tears of sadness streaming from her eyes.
"...Father, Mother...I miss you so much."
"Brother... Sister, don't leave me alone. Harry is scared..."
The small figure lay alone on the bed, clutching the quilt helplessly.
When Harley Rhine woke up, she sat on the bed in a daze. She had been seriously ill and her high fever had not subsided yet, and her mind was still in a mess.