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Manfred noticed a sound behind him.

His back stiffened sharply. And he immediately turned around to look.

When he saw Vivian, he thought he was imagining things. He had believed she wouldn't come again. He even thought the figure before him was just a figment of his imagination for a moment.

"What's wrong? Tired from reading? Have you had dinner? If not, let's eat together. I brought grilled meat, fried chicken, and some fruit-there's a very special kind of fruit too."

Vivian was eager to share her favorite foods with Manfred.

Manfred blinked, still feeling like this might just be a dream.

Seeing that he was still staring at her, dazed and uncomfortable, Vivian quickly waved her hand in front of him. "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

Manfred snapped back to reality and looked seriously at Vivian. Finally, he was certain this wasn't his imagination.

The person in front of him was the real Vivian.

he said softly,

been reading without drinking or eating? Here, I brought lemon water. Have a few sips

grilled meat, fried chicken, and other foods, as well as

tolerance for alcohol and Manfred was

The desolation in his eyes began to fade, replaced by a

to help

When the lids were lifted, the aroma of the dishes filled the

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all day. Since morning, he had been engrossed

track of

come see you. Have you just been reading the whole time?" Vivian' handed him a plate and a pair of fork and spoon

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weight? Have you not

down jacket that made it hard to tell if he'd gained or lost weight,