The hospital room was shrouded in silence. Only the faint beeping of medical machines broke through, like fragile heartbeats struggling to hold on to life. Leviana lay on the bed, her face pale, her lips dry, her breathing uneven and shallow. Yet when the door opened and Adrian stepped inside, those weak eyes tried to shine—welcoming the only man she had ever loved.

“Adrian…” Leviana’s voice was barely more than a whisper, hoarse yet laced with longing.

Adrian walked slowly, his chest tightening with every step. Seeing her so frail squeezed his heart in a painful grip. He sat at the edge of the bed, taking her cold hand in...