Chloe Bennet had always been in a daze, as if detached from her surroundings.
She squinted slightly, gazing at the ceiling, her eyes gradually clouded with confusion.
It seemed extremely difficult to glimpse the missing page through all these actions.
Suddenly, she parted her lips and inexplicably murmured two words, "Matilda..."
All at once, these two words became familiar, as if they were often on her lips.
Matilda, Matilda, Matilda...
After every injury and every torment, these words became her solace, allowing her to mutter them for a fleeting moment of courage to keep living.
Matilda heard these words inexplicably escaping from Chloe Bennet's lips.
His entire being tensed.
He held her but didn't lift his head, only staring blankly, with an indescribable flicker in his gaze.
Then, ever so carefully, as if frightened of shattering something, he continued to remove her half-taken-off clothing from her porcelain-like skin.
