Counting the moments he lost consciousness, Maurina had no idea how long he had been adrift in the void.

Suddenly, a faint light pierced through his vision, accompanied by excruciating pain and a profound sense of powerlessness.

He lacked the strength to even open his eyes. But then, a comforting warmth enveloped his entire body, easing the intense pain to some extent.

Gradually, he realized that the warmth was propelling him upward, urging him to float.Then, he heard a familiar voice exclaiming in his ear, “Maurina!” With that call, Maurina’s vision slowly returned.

When the feeble man opened his eyes and beheld the figure before him, he was utterly stunned!

For there, immersed in the hot spring, revealing only a hint of her bare shoulders, stood the enigmatic Maria Clark herself!

Maurina was immediately shaken to his core. It felt as if he were trapped in an unimaginable and irrational dream, unable to discern whether he was alive or dead.

As Maurina gazed at her in disbelief, Maria Clark bestowed upon him a sweet smile and spoke softly, “Mozart, I’m afraid. What are you afraid of?”

Her pure and slender smile left Maurina utterly spellbound, erasing the severe pain that had ravaged his body in an instant.

Moreover, deep within his heart, a peculiar sensation of tranquility took hold, defying all logic.

In a daze, Maurina couldn’t help but mutter, “Damn, I’m probably dead… But even if I am, why do I see Maria Clark? She shouldn’t be dead too, right? It doesn’t make sense… I explicitly told her to stay in school and grow old gracefully… Are these mere hallucinations after death?”

As he uttered these words, Maurina’s eyelids grew heavy, compelling him to close his eyes once more.

In the midst of his haze, he felt a pair of delicate hands firmly gripping him beneath his armpits.

her body intimately melding with his

even discern the soft curves pressing against

to exert herself, lifting him effortlessly

of being lifted out of

Mozart, bewildered, couldn’t help but mutter, “What in the world is happening… Are you

Clark hastened to respond, “Mozart, you are not dead. You’ve

surveyed his surroundings with wide-eyed astonishment. He vividly recalled the moment when Gideon had transformed into a human nuclear bomb, leaving him severely injured

of death. However, when he opened his eyes, he found himself in the hot spring of Maria Clark’s courtyard, cradled and lifted naked from the water by none other

way to her ears. Hastily, she spoke, “Mozart, don’t be alarmed. You are completely safe here. If you have any questions, stay in the

exhausted, struggling to comprehend the perplexing sequence of

Hill under the guise of Cathy Clark.

the two names differed by a single word, the

“No… do you… do you remember me?” Maria Clark softly replied, “Mozart, I will never forget. In Northern

heart was awash

you still remember… Could it be…

gifted with supernatural powers. I possess a

“Mozart, please refrain from questioning me further. Once I have settled you, I will reveal the entire

Maurina nodded faintly.

Maria was exerting to support him, and he wanted to contribute whatever strength

aside from being able to open his eyes and speak, his body

Maurina found solace in one

meant he

slender Maria painstakingly carried Mozart, inch by inch, back to the room. She struggled to ascend the second floor and gingerly placed

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