"Shay, you're my only family left. Now that my Imperial Grandmother is gone, I'm begging you, don't leave me."
"Silly, how could I ever leave you?" Ashley Bowen said, her words a lie. She stroked his forehead again and again with her small hand, her cool skin helping to bring his fever down.
Yuri Sinclair lay in bed for three days and three nights, and for three days and three nights, Ashley Bowen stayed by his side.
He had always been so strong and robust, her protector, a man she believed would stand tall forever. But now, he had become so fragile.
Ashley Bowen finally understood something: people who seemed indifferent to matters of the heart were actually the ones who felt things most deeply. When they lost someone they loved, they became more vulnerable, more fragile than anyone else.
