Once Lana knocked on the door, it slowly opened, and a little maid standing on the other side looked her up and down with a cautious, scrutinising gaze.
"You must be Miss Lana."
Lana nodded calmly. "Yes. Please step aside."
The maid hesitated for a moment before moving out of the way and allowing Lana to enter.
The moment Lana stepped inside, she saw a little girl who looked to be no more than a decade old lying on the bed.
Her face was unnaturally pale, and she was sleeping quietly, almost as though she had fallen into a deep fever.
Her small body looked fragile against the large bed, and there were faint signs of injuries on her skin, making her appear even more vulnerable in the gloomy surroundings.
When Lana saw her condition, her heart softened. 'She is still so young.'
For a brief moment, sympathy filled her eyes. Then she raised her hand and snapped her fingers.
In the next instant, Maya appeared beside her.
