Sir Ares, Goodnight

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Imperial Capital, Garden Of A Diary.

Angeline slowly awakened, but for some reason, her body felt soft-so soft as if she was floating and stepping on soft clouds. She felt completely weightless.

"What's wrong with me?" Angeline opened her hazy eyes, her gaze scanning the empty bedroom.

Her nose seemed to have vaguely picked up the smell of disinfectant.

Jay was holding a bowl of porridge. After carefully blowing on it, he held it to her mouth.

"Eat some porridge." His voice was hoarse, sounding a s though his words were coming from the vocal cords of someone who had cried till their voice was lost. It was also like a sudden voice coming from someone who had not been resting well and was somewhat distorted.

"What's wrong with me?" she asked.

Only after she spoke did she then realize that her voice was so weak. It was almost inaudible.

Jay approached her and fixed the mess of hair on her forehead. He said softly, "Eat something first. Only then you'll have the strength to speak."

She opened her mouth obediently.

tender and considerate, like how he had cared for her when

She was holding back the tears and keeping

to cry, just cry,"

I

feeding her the bowl of porridge,

She was too weak.

just gone

recuperate

there was no need to be deliberately indifferent toward her. After all, once

turned, looking at Jay with

Nature called.

but realized that she could not

to ask Jay for

o speak up.

to go to

was crying. "Sir Ares, can you get

to laugh. He then said with a calm expression, "There's only us in

Angeline,

ceiling dumbly after