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"Still want to cry?" Xavier asks softly. His touch feels gentle on Bellamie's head, though Xavier himself is still a bit stiff to move his entire body. He carefully observes the movement of his legs, hands, and every joint he tries to move as his consciousness returns. Especially what his bead-like eyes capture: Bellamie Rosaline.

"As long as you left me, Xavier, my eyes never tired of crying for your presence."

Xavier smiles sadly. "You shouldn't do that."

Bellamie sighs in frustration. She roughly wipes away the tears still dampening her cheeks. She doesn't care how messy she looks now. "How could you say that? You really are just like Gala. Oh, my mistake. Gala truly inherited his annoying attitude from you!"

At this remark, Xavier smiles cheerfully. "Gala? My son. How is he now? Where is he, Rose? I... miss him." Quickly, he throws off the blanket still covering part of his body. He unplugs one by one the cables attached to his body, grimacing as some needles, seemingly quite long
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