Miles Ellison grabbed a towel to wipe the sweat off Aurora Blaine's face.
Aurora felt his movements; her mind was hazy, her vision blurry. Every time the poison flared up in the past, it was always Maverick Knight who held her.
At this moment, the first person she thought of was Maverick Knight.
Aurora reached out to hold his hand.
The temperature of her hand was very low.
Miles knew Aurora's endurance well, and for her to be in such a state, it showed the strength of the poison.
"Does it hurt a lot?" Miles asked softly.
"Yes." Aurora endured the sensation that felt like ants gnawing at her bones, unable to even distinguish sound, "It hurts."
Aurora gripped Miles' hand tightly.
The warmth from the man's palm was a stark contrast to the cold of the girl's hand.
Aurora half sat up, wrapped her arms around the man's lean waist, and leaned against his chest, just like she used to.
Miles was momentarily stunned.
