Aaron lay in a coma for three whole days after coughing up blood.

When he finally woke up, I was drifting aimlessly around the hospital room. He stirred slightly, making a faint sound. Freya, who had been playing with her phone nearby, immediately looked up and asked with concern, “Aaro, you’re awake. Are you still feeling unwell?”

Aaron pressed his pale lips together and answered with a single word, his tone cold and detached. “No.”

After that, he closed his eyes again, lost in his own sorrow. The room fell into a moment of silence.

Perhaps Aaron didn’t notice, but Freya’s gaze remained fixed on him. Her eyes flickered with...