บท 91: Chapter 91 Meeting Mariana

The woman lying in the hospital bed seemed to be in her fifties, her long silver hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was rail-thin, her bony frame emphasized by the loose-fitting hospital gown that draped over her fragile shoulders. Her complexion was ghostly pale, the hue of illness, devoid of any hint of a healthy glow. Though her eyes were large and captivating, surrounded by thick lashes, they held a vacant, clouded expression. Something seemed off about her mental state.

Yet, despite her mind's turmoil, she exuded an aura of refinement and poise. Underneath her gaunt and weary exterior, one could catch a glimpse of her once delicate and tender beauty. Mariana cradled an old-fashioned doll in her arms, gently rocking it back and forth while humming softly, "Sleep, sleep, my precious little one. Mama's arms will hold and rock you, lull you into peaceful dreams."