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.

a barrier

cleaning up in their small living room and collecting the dry laundry from the balcony to fold

fold clothes in the past, but he did it

lips together

Xyla. Given what had

her mental state had been doing much better. Her daily life was

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 she could not forget the man no

year of wonderful time not really compare to

a pity.” Xyla sighed softly. “I haven’t gotten to meet my son-in-law even

looked at her, suddenly at a loss for

Xyla’s voice was slow and deep. “Status, identity, and wealth are external things. A relationship

still love him, you should be

hesitant to speak and

head out. “There’s no more vegetables at home. I’ll go get some

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