I rushed over to help him. He leaned against my chest, gasping weakly. “The heart pills are in my pocket…”
I hurriedly dug out the medicine bottle, poured out two pills and then brought him some warm water to feed him. It took a long time for him to recover.
The disgust in his eyes returned. He pushed me away, saying, “Don’t think helping me will change anything. I’ll never forget my sister’s death. If I could go back in time, I’d rather have you vanish from Asterum forever.”
My eyes darkened and my throat tightened. When they brought people to forcibly remove my kidney, I explained over and over again that I wasn’t the murderer of his sister. But none of them believed me.
In the end, I knew it was pointless to explain, so I stood up silently without saying anything, turning around and heading for the backyard utility room.
Pushing the door open, a musty smell hit me. In the corner, jumbled items lay scattered, with only a shabby little bed. I sighed, found a cloth and slowly wiped the bed.