As her consciousness gradually ascended from illusion to reality, Ravenna was still madly questioning herself—
Had Ansel ever… confided his troubles to her, and what exactly were those troubles?
"Awake?"
After an indeterminate time, Ravenna heard a voice beside her ear.
It was not a replay from a fictitious memory, but a voice that seemed to carry the warmth of reality.
Miss puppet realized her body was not as pained as she had imagined. She opened her eyes with some difficulty, and the first thing she saw was a tender face looming over her.
"Wow... Ansel, what's with her eyes?"
The girl squatting beside Ravenna exclaimed in surprise, "It's like she hasn't slept for a month, looks like she's dead or something."
"Step aside, Seri."
"Oh."
Seraphina obediently moved aside, allowing Ravenna to lock eyes with the young man.
