What is happiness?
When one asks that question, the answer varies depending on the person because everyone has a different meaning of happiness. But one thing everyone could agree on.
That was… everyone would protect their happiness.
They'd protect it with all their might, quick on their feet once someone posed a threat to it.
At least, that was what Atlas thought he would do.
But here he was, frozen on his feet as he stared at Lola lying on her stomach. Her back trembled, gasping for air as blood oozed from the side of her neck.
At the same time, the door flew open.
"First Brother!" Hugo's voice thundered as he rushed in, only to freeze when he saw Atlas and then… Lola just a few steps away. "Sis!"
Without thinking twice, Hugo glided on his knees and pressed a hand on Lola's wound. His eyes shook, seeing blood trickle from her mouth. Lola was still conscious, still fighting, enough to clasp Hugo's wrist.
