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“Zinnia, dinner’s ready.” Nathan and Quincey spent nearly two hours in the kitchen before finally getting dinner ready.

Zinnia walked over, but instead of looking at the food, her searching gaze remained fixed on Nathan. Concerned. Zinnia asked, “Nathan, are you hurt?”

This sentence made Nathan and Quincey, who had just come out with the dishes, look tense. “Hmm?” Nathan feigned ignorance.

“There’s a spot of blood here,” Zinnia said, reaching out and touching just below Nathan’s collarbone. There was just a tiny spot of blood there.

The spot was barely noticeable, especially against Nathan’s black shirt, so neither he nor Quincey had spotted it. It likely came from when Nathan coughed up blood. Both of them quickly turned to look where she was pointing.

Quincey reassured her, “Don’t worry, Nathan isn’t hurt. I just accidentally cut my hand with a knife in the kitchen. The wound’s still fresh right here.” He hurried over and showed Zinnia the fresh cut.

Zinnia examined the wound in his hand. It was so fresh that beads of blood were still welling up.

Zinnia fell silent, then asked suspiciously, “Quincey, how could the blood from your hand drip to that spot?”

Quincey hurriedly explained, “I just cut my hand and instinctively flicked the blood off. Nathan was right next to me, carrying dishes. I might have splashed some on him. Zinnia, quick, gets the first–aid kit and bandage me up.”

Zinnia looked at Nathan, whose expression was gentle. She nodded softly and replied, “Okay.” She then turned to fetch the first–aid kit.

Quincey let out a quiet sigh of relief and remarked, “Zinnia’s becoming more observant, isn’t she?”

Nathan placed the dishes on the table, then quietly grabbed a tissue and wiped away the bloodstain beneath his collarbone. He thought, ‘I’ll need to be more discreet next time!’

Nathan’s skin was deathly pale, a stark white that contrasted chillingly with his pitch–black shirt. A single smear of crimson blood caught between them was strikingly noticeable.

Quincey said, “Nathan, I can’t help all the time. Zinnia’s already onto us.” He glanced at the fresh cut, then casually tore off a piece of tissue and wiped it clean. He’d made the wound by scraping his finger against the bowl’s edge.

“Quincey,” Zinnia called, her voice gentle.

the sofa and sat down. Zinnia dressed

sat down to eat at the dining table. Nathan had

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soup you prefer.” He gently served

myself,” Zinnia said

and Nathan exchanged a glance,

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that if Nathan

leaving?” Zinnia

stay and have a meal with you. My flight’s this afternoon,”

to search for it, no matter what it

already critical. The medication he was taking to control his symptoms would only continue to weaken him. No one

Jinston when I’m off work,” Zinnia

things out, I’ll come and play

out there tastes as good as home cooking,” Zinnia said warmly, serving

when I’ll get another chance to enjoy a meal

thought, ‘What

keep me away for quite a while.” Feeling Zinnia’s piercing gaze, Quincey realized

some fried food for you. I’ll vacuum–seal it for you to take along,” Zinnia

“Thank you,” Quincey smiled.

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that

something? Let me take a look.” Nathan settled beside Zinnia as she

A test paper was spread out on the table,

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