Zavian a being who could endure tha most unbearable pain without breaking yet all it too.
Was a single glance from Sheyaan to make all his suffering disappear.
For her, he was ready to forget every wound he carried. The dark, ominous clouds that had covered the sky were now gone.
Only a calm, gentle rain remained—the kind where soft droplets hit the ground and bounce back like tiny pearls.
Zavian didn't respond to anything Sheyaan said; he simply closed his eyes slowly.
Sheyaan got up from the ground and sat there, quietly watching him. A soft smile appeared on her lips. In a calm voice, she said,
"We should...go downstairs now…"
But there was only silence from Zavian. He lay there on the cold ground without moving at all.
Slowly, the smile faded from Sheyaan's face, and she started looking at him more carefully.
A strange fear crept into her heart. She moved closer to him and gently shook his hand, calling out with worry,
"Zayan …! Wha...what...happened? Why aren't you... saying anything…?"
But there was no response from him. Her heart began to race; she was completely shocked.
Panic started taking over her, and in a trembling voice, she whispered to herself,
"Hmm… why… why isn't he getting up…?"
Again and again, Sheyaan tried to shake him, trying to wake him up, but Zavian remained still—like a lifeless figure.
Sheyaan was now losing control completely; fear took over her mind, and tears began to fall from her eyes uncontrollably
Sheyaan had completely fallen apart. Guilt consumed her as she blamed herself over and.
again tears wouldn't stop falling her body trembling with each sobs.
Ans somehow through those broken uncontrollably sobs she tried to speak.
"Was...was all this because... of me? Zayan! Why aren't you.. saying anything… why did you... even need to save me? Please.. get up! What's wrong with you?"
The face that had been glowing with peace just moments ago was now covered in sorrow again.
But Sheyaan had no idea that nothing bad had actually happened to Zavian.
He wasn't dead—he had simply fallen into a deep sleep, the kind his body needed to neutralize that poisonous orange energy.
At that moment, Zavian didn't have his real powers, so to fight that energy, his body had forced him into a heavy, coma-like sleep so he could battle it from within.
With trembling hands, Sheyaan placed her hand near his nose to check if he was breathing.
She could feel that he was still breathing, but the air coming out felt hot—almost burning.
Trying to calm herself a little, Sheyaan slowly moved even closer to him.
Restless and anxious, Sheyaan moved closer to Zavian and placed her head on his chest, trying to hear his heartbeat.
Her own heart was pounding in fear. Just then, by accident, her hand fell over his hand.
At that exact moment, the mysterious tattoos on their hands began to glow again with the same red light.
Sheyaan had no idea about it; all her attention was focused on the sound of Zavian's heartbeat.
Suddenly, Zavian began to feel his lost strength returning to his body.
He slowly opened his eyes, and the moment his gaze fell on Sheyaan resting against his chest, that same.
coldness returned to his eyes. In a very low yet icy voice, he said:
"What are you. doing…?"
Sheyaan thought the voice was coming from somewhere inside him.
She was completely startled. Out of fear, instead of moving away, she clung to him even more and innocently tried to hear the voice again.
"I just...heard something… why isn't.. it coming again?"
she muttered to herself.
Then Zavian spoke again, this time his voice colder and more irritated:
"Get off me, Sheyaan…!"
Startled, Sheyaan lifted her head and said softly in her innocent tone,
"Is this a heart… or a person…?"
Without any emotion, Zavian grabbed her shoulder and gently pushed her away. In a flat voice, he repeated:
"I said,..get off me!"
As soon as he pushed her away, he quickly stood up and turned to glare at her. Sheyaan, trembling with fear, stuttered,
"yo… you were just!"
Zavian Suddenly cut her off his, tone cold and flat.
"I wasn't dead!" The way you were checking me like that"
His words carried a strange weight fell embarrassed with a hint of sadness in her eyes.
Her heart was still racing with fear. In a very soft, trembling voice, she said:
"But… I...I.. thought you were—"
Seeing her like that—scared and upset, with tear marks still on her face—something unfamiliar softened in Zavian's cold tone. Slightly gentler now, he said:
"It's okay. Shall we go... now? And..don't think like that again, alright?"
Zavian lifted his head and looked up at the sky, where the clouds had completely cleared and the storm had passed. Taking a deep breath, he said:
"The rain has.. stopped now. The weather's...changed again."
Sheyaan quietly nodded in response. Along with the weather, perhaps the tension between them had eased for a moment as well. Then the two of them together…
They both got up and started walking forward in silence. Just then, Zavian's low yet deep voice echoed through the air:
"Don't cry...over everything… understand? I'll always be.. with you."
After saying this, Zavian turned back, looked into Sheyaan's eyes, gave a faint smile, and then walked ahead.
Sheyaan froze in her place. She fell deep into thought; his words had awakened a kind of hope in her heart that she had never even expected.
She stood there for a moment, then slowly—almost as if in a trance—began following him.
On the other side, the scene was completely different. Everyone had reached the hospital with Lucy.
Every passing moment felt like an eternity. The doctors had already taken Lucy into the Operation Theater (OT),
and outside in the corridor, everyone stood holding their breath, fearing the worst.
Just then, the heavy doors of the OT opened. A doctor stepped out, removing his blood-stained gloves and pulling off his mask.
The moment Fangxi saw him, he rushed toward him like a madman:
"Doctor! Everything is.. okay, right? My sister… how is my sister?" he asked anxiously.
From behind, Manglong also stepped forward in worry and repeated the same question,
"Doctor, please tell us… how is Lucy now?"
The doctor let out a deep, tired breath. His tone was calm, but his face was very serious. He said slowly,
"The patient is out of danger now… but her condition was quite critical.
A large, sharp piece of glass was lodged in her neck. Thankfully, we were able to remove it in time, and the operation was successful."
Trying to reassure them, the doctor added,
"We are now shifting the patient to another ward. You can meet her after some time."
After saying this, the doctor left. Fangxi, who had been holding his breath all this time, finally let out a deep sigh of relief.
The signs of ease were clearly visible on his face.
Just then, Manglong—who had been standing there watching everything—threw a sarcastic remark at Fangxi:
"Since when did you... start caring so much.. about Lucy…?"
Fangxi turned sharply toward him. The suppressed fire in his heart reflected in his eyes. Staring at Manglong with anger, he said:
"Don't forget! You're the one... who spoiled her so much that.. she envies everyone.
"And.. now things have come to this… and that's exactly why I.. hate her. But.. as for caring—she's still my sister!"
Saying this, Fangxi walked away toward the reception without stopping, as if he didn't want to continue the conversation any further.
Manglong's expression darkened; he stood there grinding his teeth in anger, muttering to himself:
"He's getting way.. too outspoken…"
From behind, Chan walked up and stood beside Manglong, then said softly:
"Dad… you keep listening to all... these taunts like this, why don't you.. do something?"
Manglong listened to Chan, and instead of getting angry, he suddenly let out a strange laugh…
He looked at Chan, a strange glint in his eyes, and said with a smile,
"Chan… do you know... why I called you?"
Saying this, both of them burst into loud laughter, their voices cutting through the eerie silence of the hospital corridor.
After some time, Lucy was shifted to the ward. On the other side, Fangxi went to the reception, filled out the necessary
papers as instructed by the doctor, and signed them. After finishing his work, he thanked the receptionist and left.
Meanwhile, Manglong and Chan entered Lucy's ward. The room felt cold and quiet.
Seeing Lucy in that condition, Manglong expressed his concern and said,
"Lucy… are you okay.., dear?"
Lucy slowly opened her tired eyes. A white bandage was wrapped around her neck, clearly showing how serious her
condition had been. She tried to speak, but the pain didn't let her form words. She simply nodded silently.
Chan also stepped closer and asked gently,
"Lucy, are you... feeling better now?"
Lucy gave a faint, lifeless smile and nodded again. Just then, Manglong took the chance to start his poisonous words. Annoyed, he said to Lucy,
"Lucy… your brother cares less... about you and...more about that Sheyaan."
Hearing this, Lucy's face filled with sadness. Her eyes became teary, and in a very soft, trembling voice, she said,
"Fan… Fangxi… because of that Sheyaan… he hates me!"
As she said this, tears began to roll down her cheeks. Chan, trying to comfort her…
The moment "Chan" noticed Lucy's sadness a mischievous yet dangerously poisonous smile spread across his lips.
There was something unsettling in his expression mocking her lightly he spoke in a playful tone.
"Don't worry Lucy!" I'm right here...yours dear brother. " I'll fulfill all your wishes!"
"It's because of that Sheyaan..that Fangxi hates you so much, right? Don't worry,
"I'll take care of it. You just rest… I'll..deal with Sheyaan. Okay?"
Hearing this, it was as if Lucy felt a bit of relief in her pain. No sooner had he said this than Chan and Manglong burst into loud laughter.
But a wide smile appeared on Lucy's face. Their laughter held no happiness—instead, it carried something dark,
as if they were planning something dangerous together.
In the cold silence of the ward, their laughter felt like a warning… as if a storm was about to arrive.