Zephyr heard the water running in the bathroom when he arrived home. His heart clenched, but he dared not do anything. He could only stand there quietly.

He remembered what Seth had said. Cordelia’s unusual behavior was called PTSD.

“What she has is considered light,” Seth told him. “The best is to treat it with psychological intervention, but… it’s better for the doer to undo what he’s done. Since the source of the issue lies with you, you’re the best doctor for it.”

Zephyr took a deep breath. He wanted to take on the role of the doctor as well, but Cordelia gave him no chance of approaching her.

The bathroom door opened, and Cordelia walked out wrapped in a towel. When she looked up and met his eyes, she cried in surprise.

“Cordelia—”

Zephyr did not get to say anything before Cordelia hurried into the bedroom and shut the door with a lowered head.

like a barrier separating them into

him cleaning up

he did it

her lips together and

days later, she moved to stay with Xyla. Given what had happened, she preferred to be with her

discharged, and with the help of medication, her mental state had been doing much better. Her daily

moment when she was conscious and clear-minded. When she heard what her daughter had gone through, she was regretful and sad, so

returning to her mother’s side. It was just that

quiet, and she was alone, she often asked herself. Could this one year of wonderful time not really compare to one

gotten to meet my son-in-law

Cordelia looked at her, suddenly

“Status, identity, and wealth are external things. A relationship between two people should be pure

your heart. If you still

speak and pressed

no more vegetables at home. I’ll go

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