CHAPTER 81

　　"I think it's high time we go back home." Zeidan's deep voice boomed when they got back to their suite.

　　She flung her purse on the bed and her shoes went flying as well. She tried hard to hold back the tears welling up inside her. Thinking of when she had first met the girl, her pretty round face had caught her heart. Her red hair complimented her eyes. The freckled sprawled over her forehead and nose. Her defiance and confidence whenever she spoke all changed in a jiffy.

　　To a pale skin, lean and sick. Her dry, purple lips and pleading words. There was no atom of confidence when she was faced with death. It felt like every wall of strength she had built was torn apart by her weakness. The way she squeezed her hand and begged that she didn't want to die.

　　"I don't want to die." Her tiny frail voice faded in her head and she slumped on the bed, crying hard.

　　"No!" She screamed, yanking her golden hair.