Beauty Like a Living Poetry

Xion was not surprised to see two people rushing to him as soon as he signaled Berry to send people in.

Perhaps it was the aftereffect of yesterday's farce, as the crowd outside the clinic was far bigger than it had been on previous days.

Lucian Valaria and his companion both had pale faces. Just from their haggard appearances, Xion could tell they had not gotten even a wink of sleep last night.

How could they, when their kin had been fighting at the door of life and death?

Whether it was from crying or lack of rest, their different colored eyes, yellow and brown, were equally red.

"How is my child? Is he fine? Can I see him now?"

In an instant, Xion was bombarded with such frantic questions.

He could understand their worry. Patiently explaining the situation, he escorted them to the curtained bed.

The moment they heard the peaceful snoring, their faces visibly relaxed.