Chapitre 282: Final Act I: the face of the angry voice who always calls her

I gasped for air, reaching for something that could assist me to stand, only to grasp a handful of grass. I rolled, arms propped on the ground, as I coughed painfully. My heart was constricting while my head was throbbing, making my eyes heat up. 

"I told you, stop."

A voice of a man rang from my side. Although his voice was warm with an I-told-you-so tone, any sound that entered my ears was heightened, worsening my headache. 

"You are so stubborn, Lamb."

I closed my eyes and took several deep breaths, resting my forehead on the grass I was slumped on. Even though I couldn't see his face, I could feel his gaze on my side. 

"I changed it, at least," came out a weak voice through my gritted teeth, raising my head at the person squatting at arm's length from me. His golden eyes fluttered ever so slowly, frowning at the stubborn expression plastered across my face. 

"You're welcome, Hugh."