When she awoke and opened her eyes, it was already midnight.
The unfamiliar surroundings made Melody Parker instantly sit up alertly.
Where is this?
How did she end up here?
Melody felt terribly dizzy and immediately scanned her surroundings.
A tall figure on the balcony entered her view, reminding her of everything that had happened before she fainted.
Ah yes, Neal Galan came; he saved her.
Seeing that familiar silhouette, Melody softly called out, "Neal!"
Her voice was not loud, yet the man heard it clearly.
She's awake?
She's calling him!
The man turned around and walked in from the balcony.
He sat beside Melody, his warm hand holding her delicate, pale hand. "You're awake? Do you know you're ill?"
The man's voice was gentle, so gentle that one could easily become immersed and unable to extricate themselves.
Melody shook her head, looking at the man in confusion. "I'm sick? Didn't I fall into the lake?"
