Inside the café.
Annabelle watched Marvin and Linda leave before turning her attention back to her surroundings.
The petite girl was trailing behind Marvin, chatting away. Marvin had a cold, indifferent expression while Linda playfully made faces at his back, even shaking her fist at him—completely unaware.
For a moment, Annabelle couldn’t help but think that they made quite the pair. But when she remembered the girl's illness, she couldn’t help but let out a sigh.
She was such a cheerful girl, just a couple of years younger than Annabelle, and yet her life, at the prime of her youth, was already on the brink of ending.
Annabelle felt sympathy for her and truly hoped that Linda would come back to her soon. The longer she waited, the more likely her mild condition would worsen, and on
