CHAPTER 147 — THE WORLD YOU WERE GIVEN
The hospital room felt too small for the questions pressing against Long Hao's skull.
White walls.
Monitors humming.
Sterile air.
Zehell still holding his hand like it was the only thing keeping him tethered.
He stared at her, trying to reconcile the woman in front of him with the one who had stood against dragons and Sovereign constructs.
She was older.
Yes.
But more than that—
She was tired.
Not physically alone.
Emotionally.
Ten years of waiting carved into her posture.
She wiped at her cheeks quickly, embarrassed by how hard she had cried.
"I'm sorry," she murmured. "I didn't mean to… I just—"
"You thought I would never wake up," he finished hoarsely.
Her throat tightened.
"Yes."
Silence stretched between them again.
He searched her face.
"Explain it," he said quietly.
She swallowed.
"Okay."
She adjusted herself in the chair, still holding his hand, grounding herself before speaking.
"You were hit by a car."
