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?"

during training, and I asked you if you had any medicine? Do you remember

his tone, laughing, "You were so fierce, my tears were scared back into my eyes. I didn't dare to cry or say it hurt

on the couch, his voice low, "Better to learn

then nodded, "True, that's

find the first-aid kit and applied some ointment on

to sleep, Sylvia suddenly spoke softly, "You had someone leave

"Did you

snuggled closer, slowly

"No."

hurt, using medicine

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

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

be rash. The doctor said the wound could get infected. You need

pale and frantic as he clutched his

Hans frowned deeply, silent.

his fate and fell back onto the bed, his chest heaving, his

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