"We don't need to talk about that anymore." "Lucas," Lucas interrupted Cleo's words."I understand." "Lucas I said, stroking Cleo's hair.
Cleo could only sigh. She wasn't given the opportunity to say the explanation she had been thinking of since before.
When Lucas gave her some more medicine, Cleo could only accept the fact that her body is currently weak. It's like she isn't herself.
Her hand is still holding Lucas's. As if she didn't want to let go, the drowsiness that had been creeping up on him made Lucas unable to help but lie down next to Cleo, still holding hands.
Oh, dang. The porridge is cold now. I'll heat it up again. " Lucas said, getting up and taking the bowl of porridge. "You have to eat, then take medicine." Lucas said and left the room.
Cleo breathed a sigh of relief; she didn't need to explain. However, she is confused as to why there are bloodstains on her nightgown. Did someone come into the room without her noticing?
