Aries's sniffs had been echoing along with the crackle of the fire, wiping her tears with the bottom of her palms. She was sitting right next to the bed where Abel was lying unconscious. When they carried Abel to the emperor's chambers, Aries solely tended and cleaned his body.
She had never seen him hovering between life and death, and in such a terrible state. Or so what his body appeared to be. It was no different from a person in a critical stage, despite knowing he would wake up as if nothing happened.
"I hate you," came out a quiet voice, biting her quivering lips, eyes on his face. However, her heart could only feel pain instead of anger. No matter how much she wanted to feel angry, she couldn't.
How could she?
Could she blame Abel for creating a gathering solely to kill him? He had always sought death and all those decisions he made in the past… were still haunting him to this day. This was the price he was paying for his past mistakes.
