This day, Fendice felt almost nothing. There was no more hatred, affection, or anything that kept him in place. His mind had completely converged into one memory, making his past lives live in the present. He grunted when another strike of pain occurred.
“Are you still not feeling well?” he heard Lin ask. The man just opened the door holding a cup of aromatic tea for him.
“Drink this first before sleeping, I used my precious herbs that I’ve been keeping for a while now.” He sat at the edge of the bed, “It’ll help you get relieved from the pain.”
But Fendice just laid quietly in the bed, in a daze as he stare at the stary night from the balcony. The pain wasn’t throbbing and sharp anymore, in fact, the process of his memories was a
