Lester just looked at her without stepping forward to help, and there was not a trace of expression on his face.
Cervinia weakly leaned against the edge of the bed, feeling a bit confused by Lester's expression. What was wrong with him? But before she could think too much about it, her head started to ache again.
"You should lie down a bit more…" He walked over to her, unceremoniously picked her up, and placed her down. He gently covered her with a blanket.
"Mm…" Cervinia obediently responded. Apart from being obedient, she didn't know what else she could do.
She closed her eyes and drifted back into a hazy sleep. In her dreams, it seemed like she saw a stranger looking at her with sorrowful eyes. She tried hard to remember, but no matter how she tried, she couldn't recall. Her head began to hurt again, and sweat mixed with tears soaked the pillow…
