“It’s Dr. Stafford’s instruction.”

“Oh.” The nurse nodded and left with her tray.

There were nurses who came in after that, some to check on the drip, some to record Phil’s condition, but all of them were chased out without exception.

Zephyr and Phil were the only ones in the room. Time ticked by, and he remained at ease, determined to drag this out with Phil.

Meanwhile, Phil’s wound disallowed him to wait it out. The wound was painful and itchy. The dressing was stuck to the blood seeped, and any subtle movement was excruciating.

He was sweating in pain that even his face was twisted. He wanted to die but was unable to, yet he could not recover even if he wanted to.

“Zephyr Hamerton!” He lost it in the end. “What do you want!?”

“I told you when I came in.” Zephyr looked at him coldly. “I want the truth!”

“The truth? Hah… What happens when someone without a conscience like you learns the truth? You’ll still be living your merry life, but the one I love won’t ever be back…”

confused and could not

are you talking

up and asked, “Zephyr Hamerton, do you still remember

‘Rania Kerk?’

racked his brain and vaguely remembered that there seemed to be this girl when he

families. There was also a small batch of poor students who got into this, one of the five hardest schools to enter in the world,

Phil were kids from regular families. They were childhood sweethearts, but Rania earned a business college scholarship and studied abroad before making

the rest for him and thinking of buying a decent ring and ask

the letters Rania sent him mentioned one name repeatedly—Zephyr Hamerton.Books Chapters

her stomach, her shyness to confess… The sweet joy she was in

asking her: [Then what

that they were just best friends

at the words “best

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