When Viviane woke up, she was shocked to find Cyril lying on a hospital bed as well.
She pushed back the blanket and walked toward him.
Her heart felt like a tangled mess, her mind replaying Cyril's deep, emotional gaze and Zeth's warm smile.
A part of her feared getting hurt by Cyril again, while another part couldn't bear the thought of hurting Zeth.
She didn't know what she truly wanted. Her chest felt heavy, as if two opposing forces were pulling her in different directions.
Cyril's face was twisted in pain, his forehead damp with cold sweat.
It was only then that Viviane noticed the blood-soaked bandages on his arm. She gently touched his wound, her fingertips trembling slightly.
The air was thick with the scent of antiseptics, mixed with a faint trace of blood.
"Why did you d
