CHAPTER 65
Author: Penny's
last update2026-06-07 01:28:43

Kai stepped into the nursing home and was immediately greeted by the bright smile of one of the nurses at the reception desk. After signing in as one of Syrian's visitors, he made his way toward her room with familiarity born from several visits. However, when he reached the room and pushed the door open, he stopped.

The room was empty. Her belongings were still neatly arranged around the room, but Syrian herself was nowhere in sight. A strange uneasiness settled in his chest. Without thinking
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