Chapter 522 Accompany You

• Every word from Lysander was like a small but incredibly sharp blade.
• The blades, soaked in saltwater and laced with poison, directly cut into his heart.
• Josiah would never dare to bring up that matter ordinarily. Every time he remembered her, aided by Daphne, standing frail and alone in the biting cold at the entrance of Central Hospital, clutching a bundle of bright red wrapped in tissues, he would feel as though a massive stone was pressing against his heart.