Soul-Anchoring Grass

Lathel lowered his gaze to Leviana.

Her face was peaceful, almost as though she were merely asleep. Her breathing remained steady, her skin was still warm, and even her heartbeat showed no sign of immediate danger.

Yet that only made him more uneasy.

It was too similar to three years ago.

He had only just seen her open her eyes.

He had heard her voice.

He had watched her get angry, smile, and even deliberately mistranslate his sign language just to tease him.

And now Leviana was lying motionless in his arms again.

Lathel's fingers unconsciously tightened around the fabric at her waist.

'Because of me.'

If he had not entered this shop on his own, Leviana would never have needed to chase after him.

If he had been more cautious about that strange pull he felt, Pandora would never have gotten the chance to approach him.

The guilt on his face was so obvious that Pandora noticed immediately.