After Nox's assistant picked him up, Shelly cleaned up at home and boiled some water again.
For some reason, her mind was filled with the image of Nox reaching out to help her with the water just now. Then, she pursed her lips and stopped herself from overthinking it.
At the thought of the one-year deadline that Mrs. Winter had mentioned, she looked forward to it even more. However, she also wondered if it was because of the one-year deadline that she did not resist Nox so much. After all, it was only one year.
When Nox returned, Shelly was already asleep, so Nox carefully returned to the room and went to bed. The burn on Nox's hand was pretty serious, so the doctor wrapped it up like a ball. Although it was no longer swelling and blistering, he could not touch Shelly.
Just like that, he stared at the ceiling melancholically, wondering whether he could expect anything in the one-year deadline he gave himself.
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