Fortunately, Cassia only turned over without waking up.
Ivor braced himself against the floor, enduring the immense pain in his body, and slowly approached Cassia.
Each movement felt like a thousand needles stabbing into his legs.
Yet Ivor's gaze was exceptionally determined as he quietly moved to the sofa's edge, trying not to make any sound.
Cassia was already in a deep sleep, with traces of dried tears on her cheeks and a slight frown, as if she were fighting against fate even in her dreams.
Ivor didn't turn on the light, standing silently by the bed, gazing at the face that resembled Willa's yet was entirely different.
He reached out his hand, hesitated momentarily, and gently brushed Cassia's hair. His touch was so gentle that it was as if he feared disturbing her dreams.
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