Since Renee was able to keep a safe distance from him, she left the room nonchalantly.

They had to admit that Margaret’s recipe was almost miraculous. Despite merely having had one cup of the tea, he noticed that his wounds were much less painful the next morning. The effects were quite obvious, as he seemed more energetic as well.

“Stef, have some water.” Seraphina poured Stefan some warm water carefully. As she stared at the steam coming from the glass, she looked for a reaction when she asked, “Do you remember you said the other day that we could get married once you are discharged? Is that offer still available?”

Feeling the warmth of the water around the glass, Stefan raised an eyebrow at her question. “Of course. Why do you ask?”

“You’ve been so distracted for the past few days! I just feel kind of insecure!” Seraphina whined softly, then started picturing their future. “I’ve been thinking for a while, and I think it’s best we change our wedding venue.”

“Why? I remember you said your dream wedding would be in Tahato, though?”

had such fondness towards Tahato was that he remembered the woman mentioning multiple times that she wanted a romantic beach wedding

false at all. It really did happen, but the woman within this memory was actually Renee

longest time, Stefan had kept this romantic idea within his heart and wished

I’d like to have a wedding in an old castle-like building. So why don’t we get married in

the man’s persistence in organizing one was more than enough

were the case, she had to ‘right the wrongs’ and erase any memories

like to be a princess marrying my prince charming, who I loved for so many years…” Seraphina bashfully confessed, only to find the man staring into space, paying no attention at

instant. “Stef, what’s on your mind? Are you listening to

reality and pressed his lips, then told the truth. “I was thinking if I should be taking my

“M… Medicine?”

drink it twice per day. It should be time to drink some,

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