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?"

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

Sylvia mimicked his tone, laughing, "You were so fierce, my tears were scared back into my eyes. I

on the couch, his voice low, "Better to learn to avoid getting hurt

"True,

Gabriel did find the first-aid kit and

ready to sleep, Sylvia suddenly spoke softly, "You

"Did you use

slowly

"No."

hurt, using medicine was merely psychological

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

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

rash. The doctor said the wound could get infected.

frantic as he clutched his uncle's arm, urgently

Hans frowned deeply, silent.

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

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