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

crack in the door to peek at him. She saw him cleaning up in their small

did not know how to fold clothes in the past, but he did it

her lips

stay with Xyla. Given what had happened, she preferred

mental state had

When she heard what her daughter had

plagued Cordelia, she was much more pacified after returning to her mother’s side. It was just that she could not forget the man

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

softly. “I haven’t gotten to meet my son-in-law even

suddenly at a loss for

think one should follow their heart.” Xyla’s voice was slow and deep. “Status, identity, and wealth are external things. A relationship between two people should

your heart. If you still love him, you

speak and pressed her

wore some shoes to head out. “There’s no more

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