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.

felt like a barrier separating them into two

door to peek at him. She saw him cleaning up in their small living room and collecting the dry

fold clothes in the past, but he did it well now. He could do everything and change himself for

lips together and

moved to stay with Xyla. Given what had happened,

help of medication, her mental state had

period was a rare moment when she was conscious and clear-minded. When she heard what her daughter had gone through, she was regretful and sad, so she wholeheartedly took care of

pacified after returning to her mother’s side. It was just that she could not

one year of wonderful time not really compare to one identity? She knew that what she truly minded was him keeping

gotten to meet my

suddenly

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

your heart. If you still love

to speak and

more vegetables at home.

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