Jordan didn't come in. He probably had a rest in the study.

The next day.

During Tomb Sweeping Day, there is a continuous drizzle.

Ivelle woke up with a severe sore throat. She was afraid that it was a cold. Coupled with her insomnia, it was safe and easy to conclude that her immunity resistance declined. It also seemed that it is not groundless to think that way.

She opened her eyes and was greeted by the scene of Jordan was raising his hand to try and checked the temperature of her forehead. His face was a little dark.

"Maybe I have a fever. It's all right!" Ivelle opened her...