I closed my eyes, trying to block out the strange details I’d noticed before.
Caius would always touch Poppy’s pinky with a pained expression because I had once burned my finger while cooking for him, leaving a small scar. He used to feel so guilty and would gently trace that scar every time.
Caius would also buy lots of design books for Poppy, even though she wasn’t a designer.
Caius…
["If you give him up, I’ll let you see him one last time."]
The memory was abruptly interrupted by the system's words. I fell silent for a long time, unsure of what to feel.
Did I really want to see Caius again?
The system said I could only watch him from a distance and that they happened to be at the hospital today.
My body had become so weak that even walking left me breathless. I refused the nurse’s offer to accompany me and slowly made my way to the seventh floor. I didn’t know why Caius was at the hospital—was he feeling unwell? He never did take care of himself properly.
I stood at the corner, peeking out to see them. To my surprise, Poppy was with him.
I froze, my gaze landing on the document in their hands. It was their premarital health check report.