The days and night blurred before her such that she never knew when it was each. Not a thread of sunlight pierced the room thanks to the barred window…
All she could do was count the number of times her stocky maid came in to change her garments.
Within days, she was sitting up - although there was much struggle at the beginning. Then she was eventually able to stand.
It had become clear to her that she had been poisoned in order to lengthen her healing process - because he wanted to keep her with him indefinitely.
One day, he barged into her room, his hair wild, his clothes impeccable. But his eyes were those of a madman.
Never in her life had she seen Yeren look like that.
They were nothing alike.
By her count, it must have been twenty seven days since his last visit.
Where had he gone all that time?
"He has gone and done it again!"
Claire was taken aback by the loudness.
Who had done what again?
