Persephone felt a moment of panic.

Her initial thought was whether the note might be a prank, but she quickly dismissed that idea. Even if it were a prank, there was no need for it to target her specifically.

Besides, the name written on the note was clear—Morpheus.

Morpheus was fine!

This person must know her, but for some reason, they couldn't tell her this face-to-face. It wasn't Wynn because his personality was straightforward. He wouldn't use such roundabout means.

However, who else did she know in Flinge besides Wynn and Morpheus?

Persephone's heart raced. When Seamus placed his hand on her shoulder, she nearly jumped.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

Persephone stared at him for a few seconds before shaking her head frantically.

"You don't look too well." Seamus frowned. "Are you feeling ill?"

her pocket and continued along his line of conversation.

"What's the matter?"

this flower." She glanced at the flower in her hand and casually tossed it into the trash. "You know

frown gradually relaxed. What she

various allergies. Later on, Zuko and Pamela decided to let her be, not

to the restroom, wash my face, and I'll be fine in a

"I'll accompany you..."

need. I'll

hurriedly headed to

felt that something was off but couldn't pinpoint it. He turned to glare at the

only recount the incident with the

from the trash can—its wrapping paper was rough, clearly cheap. Nothing was inside

pale complexion earlier was

and tossed the flower back.

the note, looking at it repeatedly. She lightly traced Morpheus' name,

the note into pieces and flushed it down

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