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Seeing my pale complexion, he nervously stepped forward. "Is something wrong? Did you not sleep well, or are you feeling unwell? It's all my fault; I shouldn't have taken that call."

As he spoke, his gaze lightly brushed over my features, as if he was testing whether I had heard his conversation on the balcony.

I maintained my unchanged expression and replied softly, "It's nothing. I just woke up from a dream and found you weren't there."

My tone was as casual as usual. Wynn also visibly breathed a sigh of relief.

"That's good. Go back to sleep."

The two of them lay down with their backs to each other. Wynn, now free of worries, quickly drifted into slumber. Meanwhile, I stared at the ceiling, completely unable to sleep.

In my mind, memories from the past resurfaced uncontrollably.

I was ten years old when I first met Wynn, just after I had a big argument with my mom and was kicked out of the house.

In a sorry state, I turned around and bumped into Wynn, who had moved into the neighbor