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.

barrier separating

him cleaning up in their small living room

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

pressed her lips together and felt

stay with Xyla. Given what had

medication, her mental state had been doing much better. Her daily

she heard what her daughter had gone through, she was regretful and sad,

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

asked herself. Could this one year of wonderful time not really compare to one identity? She knew

gotten to meet my son-in-law even once. Am I not

suddenly at a loss for

Xyla’s voice was slow and deep. “Status, identity, and

still

speak and pressed her lips

out. “There’s no more

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