Chapter 588 Lanci's Holiday Has Begun

On this midsummer night, moonlight spilled gently, tenderly caressing the mansion by the bay.

At the top floor's bedroom where only two figures were lit by the intertwining warm yellow lamplight and the silver veil of moonlight beside the bed.

"Hyperion..."

Sitting by the bed in a chair, Lanci's gaze held a touch of concern.

"Right now, don't say anything, please!"

Hyperion's voice trembled, her tone unlike her usual self.

"..."

Lanci seemed genuinely worried now.

The other matters he intended to discuss with Hyperion paled in significance compared to her well-being.

He worried whether she might have been hurt from staying too long within the Fallen Queen's spell barrier—if necessary, he would call a doctor immediately.

But he couldn't see Hyperion's face.

She had hidden herself, concealed behind the blankets.

"I'm fine..."

Hyperion's voice was soft and unclear as she shrank further into the bed, seeking a trace of comfort.