That day, rain seemed falling to wet the earth and the droplets stuck on the glass window in a medical room.
Greisy watched the rain fall because she was sitting right next to the window on the second floor.
Her gaze was so sad, she remembered her loneliness in the cave when it rained in the past.
"Look at me, Grei!"
Greisy's head slowly moved, looking forward.
Ah…
Was she really not dreaming? Is there really someone to talk to her? She is not alone anymore, isn't she?
"Ugh!" Greisy groaned softly, quite painfully when the bandage on her lips had slipped off.
"The wound is worse, could that man hit you?" Callan asked, worried, remembering what happened that night.
"Hmm!" Greisy nodded.
She who didn't want Callan to keep asking about the wound she got from Leon's slap, could only justify the question from that man. After that, the woman was silent again.
