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The intensive care room was still the same as before. Silent, cold, and filled with the sound of medical equipment working tirelessly. Giselle had been sitting beside Leon’s bed since early morning. Her eyes were swollen, her face pale, yet she continued to stay there.

Her head was lowered, her forehead resting against the edge of the bed. One of her hands tightly held Leon’s hand, as if she was afraid that once she let go, Leon would truly leave.

At some point, the exhaustion finally overcame her. Without realizing it, Giselle fell asleep beside Leon.

In her sleep, she felt something warm touching her lips.

At first, it...