Douglas was not devoid of manners and respect. But he simply couldn't bring himself to touch her. Psychological resistance overwhelmed rational cognition, making him colder and more cruel. Without uttering a word of comfort, he turned and left with his sword in hand.
Margaret followed behind, like a wilted bird—fragile, quiet, and pitiful. Her fiancé, with his hardened demeanor, would never know that Miss White, who appeared so delicate, harbored fiery passion in her eyes.
They successfully left the forested area. Outside, doctors were already waiting. The accompanying officials and royal guards anxiously stood guard outside the door, their faces filled with worry and unease.
