Chapter 815 The Roses

• Without needing Nieva to say anything, Lysander had already raised the head of the hospital bed and slid a pillow under the latter's back so she could lay more comfortably.
• After calming down a little, Nieva finally relaxed her knuckles, which were sore after being in the same position for so long. Then, she placed the cloth bag containing the two small porcelain dolls on the bedside table.
• They were one of her few memories that she could physically hold, yet ironically, they were also something she dared not open and see.