Luca had drunk from the bottle earlier…

Luca saw that Luke had gulped down more than half of the water in his bottle. She could tell that he was thirsty and tired. She thought for a while and said, “Mr. Crawford, I mixed some glucose in my bottle. Do you want to drink from this?”

Luke looked at her and said nothing.

“But I already drank from it. It’s okay if you mind it…” Luca thought he did not want to drink from the same bottle as her. When she was about to keep it in her backpack, Luke opened his mouth.

“You should save it for yourself,” he said.

He thought that Luca needed more nourishment than him because she was hurt. They only had two bottles of drinkable water between them, and looking at the heavy rain outside, they might have to spend the night there.

That was why Luke did not want to take the bottle from her.

“Alright then…” Luca thought that he was disgusted by the offer. She did not say anything and put the bottle back into her backpack.

The strong wind continued to blow. Luca felt that her tracksuit was already dry, but the undershirt…

The undershirt was not going to dry. The contrast between dry and wet made it more uncomfortable than ever.

Luca had the urge to remove her undershirt, but they were outdoors, and Luke was watching…

She had to bear with it.

The sky continued to darken. The light in the gazebo and along the mountain path gradually lit up. Luca felt forlorn when she looked at the lights.

Fog began to rise, and visibility was low. The lights in the distance were but a dim blur.

She could only hear the sounds of wind and rain.

Luke did not say anything. She did not say anything either.

books, but what about the common folk? Did

at Luke. There was nothing in the gazebo to entertain them, and she could not find any conversation topic. It was as though they were in

to each

her. He turned his head

was surprised. She quickly turned

that she had been looking at him. Earlier in the afternoon, they

wondered if

would not drink from a bottle that someone else had drunk from. Bianca

disgusted by her germs, but because he thought she needed

that he did not really mind sharing the same

it

he would take the

few months since

could not believe

what she had done to make him accept

were like

that thought. If that were the case, the impostor Bianca looked exactly alike. However, he had never once cared for the impostor

her cooking tasted like Bianca’s, and

not find the answer.

is he talking to me?

light cast on

looking at her with

thinking when he gazed

you sing?” Luke asked again. He remembered that Bianca had a gentle and clear voice, and

the

me,” Luke said, as though he did not hear

“…” Luca was speechless.

her. “You grew up in Russia. You should know some Russian folk

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