Although spring had begun, the temperature in River State remained rather low, especially on this cold night, when sparse snowflakes began to float down.
Forsythia Brown wrapped herself simply in a windbreaker, pressing her hands to her chest and lowering her head as she walked through the snowy curtain.
Yigol Foster trailed far behind her, not daring to approach.
Even without a word from her, he already felt her sorrow.
From the moment Gem Atkinson answered the phone, Yigol had guessed that something bad had happened; he informed Forsythia about this. So as soon as they returned to River State, Forsythia quietly followed Gem to the Yan private hospital.
Initially, Yigol thought that his sister's depression had taken a turn for the worse. But looking at his sister's current state, he didn't think so anymore.
A bolt of lightning flashed across, and muffled thunder resounded in the sky. Forsythia absentmindedly looked up at the sound, staring into the sky.
