Larissa was angrier than ever, spitting a few times as she exclaimed, "What the hell are you saying?"

Kevan's smile grew bigger, so much so that it reached his eyes. She still cared about him. How wonderful.

Because Kevan was standing there by the door—regardless of how well-behaved he was, Larissa still felt very ill at ease, getting Mrs. Griffin to hurry up with the wipe-down.

The thundering outside finally stopped, and the rain began to thin slowly. But the power had not been restored yet. Other than the hospital, there was no light in the nearby skyscrapers.

Kevan checked the balcony and the bathroom window, only returning to the room once he was certain that everything was closed properly.

Larissa was still watching television—she could not do anything else other than that anyway. "Are you going to sleep soon?" she asked Kevan, who did not answer her question. He asked her instead, "What about you?"

"I'm going to sleep." Larissa yawned and turned off the television.

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