Fortune left early that night.
It was frustrating, but Deklan wasn't dispirited.
As the saying goes, tomorrow is a brand-new beginning!
He could certainly pick off where he left off with Marsha tomorrow, and this time, he'd do it to the end.
But the world doesn't work that way.
"I'm sorry, young master…" Marsha smiled weakly as she lay on the bed. "I don't think I can keep you company today. Can you not go hunting today, especially going to the inner area?"
Deklan stood by the bed, looking at Marsha, who was covered by a blanket to her neck, only exposing her face, which was very pale. He had left her to rest last night since the mood was gone, and he came back to her looking like this.
"What happened…?" He asked whisperingly.
"I don't know," Marsha coughed, as her eyes barely opened. "I suddenly felt sick when I woke up."
A minute ago, Deklan was cheerfully hopping over from his place to Marsha.
