This was the first time Quincy had spoken so much at once.

He was usually the type to keep his words to a minimum. "Stop crying. We're still here, safe and sound. Isn't that proof enough that we've been really lucky?"

He tried to smile, hoping to lift Lydia's spirits. Lydia wiped her eyes with her sleeve and nodded, "You're right."

The night air was bitterly cold, and a chill swept through the cave, causing Lydia to shiver involuntarily.

Quincy noticed her discomfort and hesitated for a moment before clearing his throat. He then suggested a bit awkwardly, "If we stay closer, it might help us stay warm."

immediately understood. Her face flushed, but her body acted on instinct, moving closer

radiated warmth like a small furnace. Lydia instantly felt a wave of comfort and safety wash over her. Without thinking, she gently wrapped her arms around his waist. Quincy tensed up in surprise, clearly not expecting such an intimate gesture from Lydia. With her head resting on his shoulder, Lydia whispered, "Quincy, meeting you is the best

Quincy was momentarily stunned but

of cicadas in the surrounding forest seemed to fade into the background. Quincy spoke softly, "When we get back, I'll make sure to take you somewhere nice to unwind." Hearing this, Lydia chose not to dampen the mood with doubt. She found herself hoping for the best, thinking that as

Quincy agreed with a

awoke with a sense that something was off. She realized she was holding

her voice

hadn't expected that Quincy who had been so optimistic and lively just yesterday would fall ill so suddenly. In their

was barely conscious, feverish, and disoriented. "Stop yelling, just let me sleep a

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