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It's like having a nightmare.

It seemed as if Fitney could imagine that what had happened to her had never happened - because of the too comfortable circumstances.

But she couldn't deceive those memories that were in her head. Because she also remembered vividly what had happened at that time—whether it was the conversation with Lucy or the strange changes that had taken place in the environment when the attack took place...... And their own wounds. The bandaged wound on her arm told her exactly what it was all about.

She then looked around - she recognized the palace's ornate interiors.

This is the Palace?Fitney breathed a sigh of relief, as it proved that there was probably nothing wrong with Lucy.

So...... What about the process, and how did the wound be treated? Fitney was confused.

"Woke up pretty quickly. As she pondered all this, a voice raised her head at once—Ed Ansendier pushed the door open, and walked in with grace.

Fitnair had tried to find the man who had been hidden, but he hadn't seen him once since he had come to Luther's kingdom - and Eddard's connection to the affair made her feel a little uneasy.

The emaciated, pale-skinned young man did not care about the sudden alarmism in Fitney's eyes, and he slowly walked over to the chair beside her bed and sat down, as if very discouraged, "The way you treat your life-saver is truly despairing. ”

Fitney did not speak, as if silently acknowledging the matter.

"Ha, it seems that you think the attacker is me. But alas, I didn't have the need to do that - and I didn't lie to you, I was the one who saved you. Ed said softly.

It's harder to convince Fitney that Ed saved him than it is to convince Fitney that Adez forgave those who had hurt him.

"Otherwise, you make up a reason that I think you can pretend to believe. Fitney said with a blank face.

It may be admirable that Fitney can face Ed like this - in Fatney's heart, Ed has nothing to trust her, but she can't tear her face with Ed, because Ed's dead face, or his threat, Fitney has to choose this way to face him.

"For example, if I had initiated this, why didn't I kill you? Ed smiled.

"Obviously, this standard can't be applied to you. Fitney said.

"And by what standard should I be judged?" Ed moved his fingers, and the kettle floated lightly, pouring the tea into a glass beside him. The glass then slowly floated in front of Fitney.

Fitney drank the water almost without hesitation.

"You're not worried about what I'm doing?" said Ed.

Fitney felt like he was laughing at himself for reacting too much, but ...... She didn't reply to Ed, and continued to look at him with detached eyes.

"The Flower of Barlow is mixed with something special, it can drive people crazy and fall into certain hallucinations, but you are the one who can escape the darkness - very special. Ed saw that Fitney didn't seem to be interested in any of these things, and explained it to her, only to realize that Fatney was carrying a box in his hand—and as he spoke, he opened it, revealing bottles of different shapes and different liquids.

"What do you want to do?" Fitney narrowed her eyes, her muscles tensing up, though she didn't move—but the vigilance made her feel a strange heat in her arms.

"I've only dealt with it for you a little, and I'm going to have to change the medicine again, don't be nervous, miss, just treat me as a doctor now." Ed comforted her.

Ed picked up the potions, his hands so steady that even a professional like Fitney could sense that Ed wasn't an amateur.

Fitnäy remembered how weak Ed had been since he was a child—perhaps at that time, he would use potions plants to condition his body—and a flash of thought flashed through Fitney's mind.

"Why did you save me?" said Fitney frowned.

"Probably -- I want to get a chance to survive from you. "Ed's lies never need to go through the brain to blurt out.

Fitney's eyebrows furrowed even deeper.

Ed smiled at her again—Fitney's smile was strange, not the subtle smile she remembered that would change in the next second.

It's so gentle.

Fitnair had changed into a shirt, and Ed stood up and bent down at her, his slender hand reaching for her neckline, and his face barely changed as he unbuttoned the first button of her shirt - Fitney's wound was on the arm near the shoulder, and there was nothing wrong with Ed doing so.

There was no superfluous expression on Fitney's face.

The two stopped talking, and the room was the only one who breathed steadily.

Soon Fettnay revealed her slender neck, which was so pale that veins were exposed. She felt Ed's cold fingers touch her arm, helping her to unwrap the bandage with a light and swift motion, without the slightest burden, and as he looked at the wound on her arm, he picked up the potions he had prepared and rubbed them on the wound with a white cloth that seemed to be a special character.

Fettnay frowned slightly—in the theory of restraint in potions plants, the results of these restraints were often drastic. By this time, she was pretty sure that Eddard knew a lot about potions plants.

"Do you have research on potions plants?" said Fitney, enduring the pain coming from the wound.

"A little bit of understanding-Lornay, if it hurts, it's better to shout out?" Ed took little time to finish treating her wounds, as Fitney wouldn't interfere with the process.

"No, you don't. Fitney replied coldly.

"It's really distressing that you look like this. Ed had finished his job when he looked at Fitney.

Fitney knew that neither she nor Ed could ever learn the truth from each other's words. Therefore, after hearing his words, Fitney looked at the young man who was almost in front of him, as he had been years ago.

At this time, she found that Ed exuded a ...... The taste of potions.

Fitnair felt like she had smelled it somewhere, and when she had thought for a moment to no avail, she froze for a moment—she met Ed's eyes.

Those blue eyes were charming because of the calm and calm at this time, and Fitney seemed to be stunned by this, and let Ed get closer and closer.

None of that aside, Ed was indeed the most outstanding man Fitney had ever seen—the lines of his face could be a combination of softness and hardness, a masterpiece that only a sculptor could do, stared at by the deep blue eyes, and the tenderness of the other was something he had never revealed.