Lysander's gaze rested upon Rosalind, the once clingy little girl who used to buzz around him, calling his name with every other breath. She had bloomed into adulthood, her upbringing in the artistic Whitman family evident in her learned grace and literary air.

Especially those eyes; once brimming with childish innocence, they now held a mature, captivating charm. They were like the deep, reflective pools of an autumn lake, hinting at a gentle and soulful spirit. But no matter how much Rosalind had matured, in Lysander's eyes, she remained a child, a sister in his heart.

Lysander tried to pull his hand away from her gentle grasp, but his body felt as though it was held in place by an invisible force, and he could barely muster any strength. Even sitting up seemed an impossible task, his arm heavy as if filled with lead.

"Rosalind, you're still young. You should be with someone more... suitable," Lysander rasped, his eyes flickering down to where her fingers enclosed his wrist.

A tear lingered in Rosalind's eyes, halted by his words as if struck, but her impeccable manners allowed her to release his hand. With a soft and virtuous demeanor, she replied, "Lysander, I'm not that young anymore. I'm 25. Other women my age are already married with children."

could speak, Rosalind hurriedly cut him off, "You've just woken up, you're still very weak. You need time to recover. Don't worry about anything else; just focus on getting better." Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to

just come around. Getting your strength back is what's most important right now. Everything else can

for three years. His muscle memory has deteriorated, and his motor functions haven't fully returned. With a few days of rest and rehabilitation,

said, a stark contrast to the anger he had first felt

Zephyr over, especially after so many other expensive doctors had failed to heal Lysander, and he had done it without charging a dime. Zephyr

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the mend now. Continue with the rehabilitation, and he should be fine. I won't be making further visits," Dr. Funke said before packing his medical

bedside and asked, "Is there anything

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