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?"

I asked you if you had any medicine? Do you remember what you told me then?" Gabriel raised an eyebrow, "What did

Remember the pain, so next time you'll know how to dodge!"" Sylvia mimicked his tone, laughing, "You were so fierce, my tears were scared back into my eyes. I didn't dare to cry or say

low, "Better to learn to avoid getting hurt

paused, then nodded, "True, that's a lesson

first-aid kit and applied some ointment

spoke softly,

asked, "Did

snuggled closer, slowly

"No."

hurt, using medicine was merely

Baron woke up in a hospital bed. It took him a

madness, he forcefully removed

be rash. The doctor said the wound could

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

Hans frowned deeply, silent.

onto the bed, his chest heaving, his

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