The door was closed and Reyna could not help asking with concern, "Bentley, are you feeling better? Are you feeling unwell?"
Bentley pursed his lips and smiled silently. He said, "I'm fine."
Reyna said, "That's good."
Bentley gently covered Reyna's hand and placed it in his palm. He gently rubbed it.
At that moment, his entire body was unable to move, except his hand.
So, he tried his best to grab her hand, ignoring the discomfort in his body.
Bentley asked, "Reyna, can you tell me what happened in these three years?"
"Alright."
Reyna said a lot, but she only told Bentley good things, especially some happy things. She wanted him to be happy when he heard it.
Bentley asked, "What about Lance?"
The originally happy expression of Reyna instantly dimmed. She lowered her head and said, "Lance is sick. He has been receiving treatment."
"Sick? What sickness? Is it serious?"