Rouge Jarvis's heart sank suddenly, and she cautiously lifted his hand, asking, "Nathan, are these marks from a needle?"
Miles Xavier didn't get closer, he just glanced, nodded affirmatively: "Yes."
Upon hearing this, Rouge Jarvis's heart sank sharply.
Is his body unwell?
Involuntarily, she looked at him.
Only then did she realize that compared to the last time he returned to the old house, he had become leaner, his cheeks pale, displaying traces of sickness.
With his eyes closed, his long and dense eyelashes cast shadows neither deep nor shallow, making his outline seem colder like Zephyr.
The paleness of his skin, even under the warm sun streaming through the blinds, couldn't soften him.
It's only been half a month, what happened...
Miles Xavier was also staring at his face, somewhat lost.
Rouge Jarvis raised her eyes and saw his worried expression, frowning and asking: "Nathan, do you know?"
He didn't deny it: "Yes."
