Lysandra was rooted on the spot when she saw who it was standing by the bookshelf. She never thought that she would see him again and his effect on her is still the same. He still made her heart race and skip a beat like in the past.
“Philip…”
Philip, though weak, stood there and smiled at Lysandra. Seeing her that close still made his heart race. He missed her. If he still have that strength, he would run to her and hug her, never letting her go.
He tried to step towards her but pain hits him and he fell on his knees. When Lysandra saw it, she rushed to him and helped him.
“Philip, are you okay?” she asked worriedly as she helped him sit on the couch.
Philip sat there while looking at Lysandra. And instead of answering her, Philip grabbed her hand and brought it to his lips. It brok
