Richard's POVAnita's body trembled; her hands and feet were freezing cold. She gradually began to regain her senses after I asked what was wrong with her.Her eyes welled with tears, and she cried in grief. "I'm just so scared and worried," she whispered. "I hope Grandpa and Grandma are okay."I frowned, guessing it was her depression flaring up again. I reached down, lifting her from the cold floor and seating her beside me.Her arms clung to my waist with surprising force, though her grip was weak and shaky—like the fragile vines of a dying plant, but still, she held on. "Richard," she whispered, her voice a delicate, almost melodic echo in my mind, "I'm not feeling well... my head hurts…"My frown deepened. My eyes flickered toward Ceres, who stood beside me, her gaze cool and calculating. There was no anger, no jealousy—just an emotionless indifference, as if she were watching a drama unfold without a care.Feeling dissatisfied, I pushed Anita away gently but firmly and said in a
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