IV fluids dripped and flowed through the tube into Odette’s vein regularly, which was lying in the hospital bed.
The door opened, and a black-haired man with quite an outstanding appearance entered the room. His brown eyes looked at Odette closely from behind his glasses.
After a moment of silence, he walked in, pulled up a chair, and sat down beside the girl.
“Hi, Junior, come on, wake up,” he said while gently smiling and brushing Odette’s hair.
Not long after, he was stunned to see Odette’s eyelashes quiver.
“Odette!” He sized up and waited for Odette to open her eyes with impatience. He almost jumped out of his chair joyfully when the girl finally opened her eyes.
“Hi, Junior,” he called, but Odette didn’t respond. The girl stared blankly at the familiar white ceiling above her.
Hans, who was worried, waved his hand in front of Odette’s eyes, and he was relieved when the girl was stunned and responded by turning to look at him.
“Senior?”
