Hannah gave a perfunctory nod to the doctor's words. Her slender eyebrows knitted slightly as she glanced at the mud on the hem of her gown before looking at the man lying on the hospital bed.
"Look at you. You're a perfectly good villain yet you've landed yourself in such a wretched mess. You nearly harmed both yourself and me. If I hadn't arrived on time, you would have had to watch me frolicking with other men from underneath the ground."
As she spoke, Hannah sighed. A profound sorrow lurked in her eyes.
She didn't notice the man on the bed move his finger.
The doctor, seemingly startled by Hannah's words, asked, "Miss, may I ask what your relationship is with the patient?"
"Me?" Hannah pointed to herself, shaking her head, "I am not a human."
Doctor: "...Miss, Are you running a fever?"
Indeed, in a strict sense, Hannah wasn't entirely "human" at that moment.
A day and a night.
That was the time he bargained for her to deviate from her original world's plot.
