Chapter 639 It's My Fault

• King lingered at the door with a lunchbox in hand, pacing back and forth for five minutes before finally mustering the courage to push it open.
• As he had expected, Leon was still in the same position, sitting on the edge of the bed, looking utterly despondent. His eyes were now vacant and lifeless, reflecting a sense of numbness and despair from the lack of rest over an extended period.
• His hand gently held the palm of the girl lying on the bed. If one looked closely, one would notice his fingertips resting on her wrist, right over her pulse. It was as if only when he could feel the pulse beating beneath his touch, could he stave off the madness threatening to consume him.