Bab 145: Waking Up To A Room Full Of Damsels

On a large bed big enough to fit a dozen adults with space left over to accommodate even more, a young man with skin so pale that white seemed dark by comparison was sleeping peacefully. His head rested on a broad, soft lap. A bandage was wrapped around his chest as if holding something to a wound.

On one side of him sat a silver-haired young lady, her face streaked with tear marks. It was clear she'd been crying for a long time. On the other side, a dark-haired young lady clutching one of the young man's arms, her own tears still flowing'

Just below the bed, another stunning lady sat with her arms folded tightly across her chest. Her face, too, was marked by tears. However, she looks calmer and more straight-headed.