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Chapter 17 - The Fruit of the Ordeal
Vlarius’ POV That night, Aoi took care of me. He fed me, made me take my medicines and even washed me up. He just stayed by my side until I fell asleep. The next morning, I woke up and he was no longer there. I sighed. He left before I could even open my eyes. I sighed again and looked at the table beside my bed. My eyebrows furrowed when I saw a red plastic mesh on top of it. I groaned and stood up from the bed to see what it was. I was about to lift the cover up when I saw a small paper beside it. I picked it up and unfolded it and my lips parted when I read what was written on it. “Eat these, I made it. Get well soon. –A” My eyes slightly widened, and I lifted the plastic cover and gasped when I saw the food that Aoi made. I thought he just left me like that. It turns out th
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