"Wow! What a powerful background! It's blissful to marry such a man."
"Cut it out!! Do you know how many women are chasing him? You don't even know where you stand in that queue."
"But what's wrong with him? Every time I go in, he's staring blankly ahead, not responding to anything I say. Did he get hit on the head by a vehicle or something?"
"I don't know. I heard the doctor say his recovery is going well and there doesn't seem to be any problem. But I've had the same experience. A couple of days ago when I went in to give him an injection, he didn't respond to me either. His family says he's been in a bad mood lately, so they'd rather we not provoke him."
Blaiz cast a helpless look at the bustling nurses' station and passed by, shaking his head.
In the hospital ward, Diers lay still, staring blankly out of the window. The morning sun languidly fell on the ground outside.
It was peaceful and magnificent, yet indescribably melancholic.