She thought of what Brandan said to her three days ago.
Should she stay in Lincoln, or go back to River City with him?
She bit her lips tightly and said in a hoarse voice, "Can we… not discuss this now?"
She was weak, but the high fever had subsided, leaving her face with the fragility and pallor that only follows a fever.
Brandan turned his head to look at her. He seemed to have already known a certain answer, his lips curved slightly, showing a hint of self-mocking smile, then nodded, stood up from the bedside, and said to Iris Harris, "What do you plan to eat? How about seafood porridge? I'll have the servant make it for you."
Iris Harris really wanted to say, I like it when you're by my side.
But she didn't dare to say it out loud.
It might be too sentimental.
She watched Brandan turn and leave, gently closing the door behind him, his figure vanished outside the door.
She retracted her gaze, hid back under the quilt, and secretly wiped away her tears.
