The headlights shone in her direction as she entered the building. Only after she went inside, turned on the lights upstairs, did the man turn the car around and leave.

Back in her apartment, Sylvia hung up her coat, took a shower, changed into her loungewear, and sat at the desk on the balcony to read.

Every now and then, she lifted her gaze to peek at the night outside the window, listening to the ticking of the clock on the desk. She wasn't uneasy, probably because she knew he would return soon. Sooner than expected, she heard the door.

Barefoot, she ran over and saw a man in a black shirt at the entrance. She threw her arms around him, "Cold?"

His body was rigid and cold, her embrace warm and soft.

It was then Gabriel noticed the bruise on her shoulder, his eyes darkened, "Hurt?"

Sylvia shook her head, "It doesn't hurt anymore."

Gabriel lifted her in his arms and walked towards the couch, "Got any ointment?"

softly, her head buried in his neck, "Remember the first time I got a bruise during training, and I asked you if you had any medicine? Do you remember what you told me then?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow, "What did

were so fierce, my tears were scared back into my eyes. I didn't dare to cry or say it hurt in front of

his voice low, "Better to learn to avoid getting hurt than

"True,

first-aid kit and applied some

suddenly spoke softly, "You had

asked, "Did you

snuggled closer, slowly

"No."

hurt, using medicine was

midnight when Baron woke up in a hospital bed. It took him a while to realize

with despair and madness, he forcefully removed the IV needle, attempting to get

be rash. The doctor said the wound

clutched his uncle's arm, urgently asking, "Can

Hans frowned deeply, silent.

expression, Baron realized his fate and fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving, his face twisted in

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