Chapter71

Whendinnertime,hisheartbecamewarmer.Hismealwasbroughtintotheroom.Hewasnottooilltoeatbyhimself,butwasorderedtositstillinbed.Atthebedside,anotheryoungmansatby,blowinghotporridgewithaspooninonehand,andspillingsoupandriceunderthespoonwiththeother.

Chaninlookedattheposeandhisfacebecameverystrange.

He'sshy...Reallyshy.I'veneverseensuchagentleLane.

It'sgoodtobeuncomfortable...

"Openyourmouth,"saysRun,asyoublowporridgeintoaspoonuntilit'sreadytoeat.

Chaninopenedhismouthtoreceivethefood,buthewasnodifferentfromthechildwhosemotherfedhim.Althoughhewasveryhappy,hewasamusedbyRan'sclumsyappearanceandhadtosayhello.

"IthinkIcaneatitmyself,sothatyoucanmakesomethingelse."

"Youareill,don'tmove."Bescolded.

Beingsickdoesn'tmeanbeingalittlelame...

Iwanttosaythesamething,butdoingsowilllosetheatmosphereandletRundowhateverhewants,solongasthereisrhythm,hecanask.

"Whydoyoutakecareofme?"

Whenpeoplewereasked,thegardengaveasteady"askwhy".