Bab 28: stop claiming to be beautiful when you're worse than the decaying dead

Lily's eyes widened. "Oh my God! I was actually unconscious for the whole two weeks," she exclaimed inwardly. "I am fine now? Where are the others? What about Art? He's not dead, right?" she inquired immediately.

Liam shook his head. "He's not dead; they all went out to get something for you to eat," he responded.

Lily breathed a sigh of relief. "That's good to hear," she remarked.

"Beauty, are you feeling fine now? You suddenly lost consciousness then—do you have an old sickness?"

"Err, I'm fine; no old sickness," Lily smiled reassuringly.

"Angel, you are awake!" Art's voice echoed, and he immediately ran forward. Without waiting another second, he dropped to his knees. "I'm sorry; I lost the star."

Lily studied his body intently and, after confirming that he was alright she breathed another sigh of relief.

"Forget it; it's not your fault anyway," she reassured him.

"Then... has angel forgiven me?" Art queried.