Bab 70: Chapter 35: Aunt Sonia

Lucien's days turned into a haze of restless turmoil. With each passing moment, he couldn't stop thinking about Blaise. It became difficult for Lucien to focus on anything else.

He tried to lose himself in the his violin practice, but the music seemed hollow. His book studies held no meaning. Lucien's mind remained locked in a relentless cycle of thoughts, endlessly replaying the fragments of their last conversation.

'He seemed different,' Lucien thought, tracing his fingers along the strings of his violin absentmindedly. 'There was something he wasn't telling me.'

He couldn't shake the haunting feeling that Blaise was enduring even more suffering, but felt compelled to keep it hidden from him.