Lily’s POV
“You are awake.”
That’s the first thing I heard when I came out of my coma.
Every muscle of my body was sore. And every single bone in my body ached as if they were just broken into pieces but were glued together very roughly. I pressed my palm on my forehead to suppress the painful buzz in my head. And then I opened my eyes and saw a red-headed middle-aged man with a thick mustache around his mouth.
I pondered for a while but recalled nothing, so I had to ask him with my weak and hoarse voice, “Who are you?”
The man grinned, “I’m Patrick. I am a warlock who lived near the Violet Valley.”
The Violet Valley. I got my memory back at the mention of this name. I remember I came here with Aries to visit that powerful white witch. But suddenly Aries shifted to this huge scary
