When Lucy Ansley broke free from the symptoms' grip, she found herself in a simple single hospital room, leaning against Henry Ronan's shoulder, breathing in the familiar crisp scent.
The numb and stiff feeling in her limbs didn't need any thinking to understand what was happening.
She felt weak, with a suffocating discomfort in her chest.
"Feeling better?"
The man's deep voice came from above her, causing her to half-close her eyes and, with a hoarse throat, replied, "It's been a long time…"
Lucy herself couldn't clearly remember the last day she experienced symptoms.
Just a moment ago, the scene of seeing her father brought back some buried memories rushing at her.
Reunions after a long separation always evoke a myriad of emotions intertwined within.
A paper cup filled with warm water appeared in front of her, and the next second was brought to her lips by slender fingers.
Lucy took a small sip and looked up at the man, "My... dad?"
