Chapter 125 Thank You
- “I have a headache, you go back with me.” Zain stepped forward and put his hand on my shoulder, squeezing the corners of my eyes in pain.
- “What’s wrong, you have a cold?” I cupped my small hand over his forehead, no fever.
- “Bothered by you, I wouldn’t have a headache if you were more at home in peace.” Yeats exhaled softly as I helped him out of the studio and walked him back.