The white ground was now partially painted in droplets of red. Zitrey hands are terribly trembling while frighteningly looking at her palm stained with thick warm blood. That moment when her mom died inflicted severe trauma on her. She can't breathe well nor think, even her dark shade eyes were lifeless like a dead fish.  “Shsss. Rhea, I'm totally fine. Don't cry.” Benedict assuredly said to ease her worry, lips pleasantly curving upward while rubbing her soft hair. “This mere wounds can't kill me.” But what he was said was the exact opposite of what he currently felt, an anguishing pain. “H-hospital... w...n-need... go...” Zitrey managed to say with a quivering mouth. “It was such an unfortunate reunion, Benedict. You can still hold on, but the death's door was already opened for you.” Albert said amusingly interfering with them. In an instant when he