章 89: Healing Process

As Aizel looked at his surroundings, his mind raced with confusion. Alora gripped him firmly, tears spilling down her cheeks. He struggled to make sense of what was going on, his mind still racing from his recent memory of her and another woman.

Aizel lifted his hand and softly stroked Alora's pink hair as she wept in his embrace.

"I... am sorry; I yelled at you for my mistakes.

"It's not your fault, Alora... It's just that I am weak-minded."

Alora quickly wiped her tears away and looked at him before asking, "What happened to you? Why did you faint?"

"Even I don't know; it's just that suddenly everything started to become blurry and dim, and the next second I woke up in this big, luxurious room.

"You were there trying to wake me up; you were even younger than you are now, and even I was a kid.