She sobbed and took a deep breath. The smell of horses and the steely scent of his iron armor entered her lungs. Riftan placed both his hands on the windowsill and stared at the crescent moon floating on the sky. A tense flowing aura that could cut emitted from his back; he was still cladded in armor. Max had no idea what to say. She stared at his tense back with a hazy vision and as she lowered her gaze down to her knees, she heard a light knock on the door.

  Ruth announced from the other side of the door. Riftan slowly turned and opened the door. Max scooted to the edge of the bed to avoid the light that creeped in from the hallway. Ruth was shooting a worried glance over Riftan’s shoulder.

  Riftan blocked the door with his broad shoulders as if preventing Ruth from entering. He then grabbed the basin, towel, and clothes from him, shutting the door before the wizard could say anything more. Max gazed nervously at Riftan as he approached the bed with the basin in his hands. He placed the basin filled with steaming hot water by the bedside table and dipped a towel into it, then wringed the towel and brought it close to her face. Max reflexively flinched, her throat tightening at his move. Riftan’s lips hardened and he spoke in a strangely tight voice.

  After Riftan had wiped her face clean, he then carefully removed her robe, wiping off the bloodstains from her bare shoulders and back. Max felt miserable and helpless as she wordlessly accepted his care. Every time the warm towel would glide down her back, she felt shameful, she felt an overwhelming urge to run and hide away somewhere, but Riftan diligently wiped away the dried blood and scabs off her bare back, not paying attention to her uneasy expression. Max bit her lips anxiously as she felt his trembling fingertips graze her skin. After a while of wiping down her back, and rinsing the towel several times, he spoke with his mouth barely opening.

  Max’s shoulders tensed; she avoided his gaze and averted her eyes from side to side, like a trapped animal looking for an escape. She forced a stiff smile.

  She heard his breathing grow heavier. Max looked away, fiddling with her tangled, messy hair with trembling hands. Despite being silent, Riftan’s aura probed for an answer. She tried to ignore it but being unable to withstand the heavy tension, she eventually murmured in an awkward tone.

  He stared at her with an undecipherable expression as she struggled to protect the last ounces of her remaining pride. His gaze felt like he was looking through her, and Max’s face turned red in embarrassment.

  Riftan brushed off her pathetic effort of trying to cover up the incident like it was no big deal and probed her relentlessly. Max held her breath like she was a cornered person, back pressed helplessly against a wall. She needed a shield, something to wrap her protectively and somehow save her remaining pride. She felt so insecure, like a weak, defenseless, bare infant defending herself from a man clad in armor. Max pulled the blanket nearer to her like it was a shield and looked at him fiercely. That hostility was triggered by the cruelty of being prodded to reveal everything.

  The knuckles that were holding the towel turned white as her grip tightened. Her heart trembled: it was laughable that even up to that point, she was still trying to save her pride.

  Hearing her words that were spoken so helplessly, Riftan lowered his head with a bewildered look on his face. It was the first time that she saw him that disappointed. He muttered in a rugged voice, holding his forehead.

  At that moment, Max instantly lost all of her will. Whether or not Riftan knew that she was looking at him with a face so pale as if all the blood was drained from her body, he continued to speak like a puppet, his eyes stuck on the hardwood floor on the fluttering shadow of the fire in the furnace.

  Riftan’s voice cracked as his voice grew lower and softer. He breathed heavily as he swept the hair away from his forehead.

  Max’s voice suddenly surged reflexively, but her lips were immediately brought to close. Riftan’s piercing gaze flew towards her again. She fiddled anxiously with the sheets, her eyes averting from side to side.

  He abruptly rose to his feet and Max curled up even more, her back pressed against the cold wall as a cornered mouse. Riftan placed one hand against the wall, next to her face, as if blocking her escape.

  Max’s mouth trembled as she attempted to speak.

  As Max barely blurted those words out, Riftan’s tanned face grew unnaturally pale. Max was hardly able to continue her words as her voice trembled.

  Riftan murmured in disbelief. Max clamped her lips, her eyes brimming with tears as she glared at him.

  Riftan exclaimed furiously as if he was blurting out blood with his words.

  Max became speechless, her jaw dropping at his desperate shouts. Riftan continued to bitterly speak out the anguish that had accumulated in his chest.

  His voice cracked at the end. Riftan trembled violently as if he was suppressing something, then grabbed her shoulders.

  Max turned away from him, but Riftan did not allow her to escape. He held her by the face and made her turn towards him. She felt the last remaining shield collapse before his fiery gaze. There was no more pride or energy left to cover her.

  The tears that were brimming around her eyes ran down her cheeks. Without even thinking about wiping her tears away, she licked her dry lips and spoke again.

  Riftan’s expression looked as if he had been hit hard on the head. Max closed her eyes tight, and tears came streaming endlessly down her face.

  She tried to put a smile on her trembling lips, but she failed, and her face crumpled miserably. An unshakeable sob broke out.

  Riftan’s hands that were holding her shoulders slid and dropped. Max huddled her body closer and covered her tear-stained face with her fists. Another suppressed sob escaped her lips. She felt more embarrassed than being subjected naked in the middle of a town square. In front of his eyes, she wanted to see herself as the noblest lady in the world. It was better for him to see her as if she were dazzling. She didn’t want to look so miserable, wretched, and pathetic.

  She cried uncontrollably, trembling, and gasping as if something hot was lodged in her throat. Her crumpled face was soaked in hot tears, she couldn’t get a hold of herself at all. As she gripped the sheets tightly and clamped her lips shut, she heard an empty voice above her head.

  Max paused and raised her head. Riftan had a bewildered look on his face and his arms were drooping helplessly. He muttered his words as if he were confessing to her.

  She couldn’t understand what he was saying, and her lips shook. Bitter, salty tears seeped into her mouth. Her wretched appearance reflected in his desolate eyes.

  Riftan’s lips twitched slightly.

  He pressed his fist to his forehead and closed his eyes tightly.

  Max stared blankly at his shoulders, thick as iron walls, trembling slightly. Riftan’s head hung so weakly, like a man who had given up the thing he had been protecting all the while to the enemy. She, looking at the precarious figure from a distance, reached out slowly and hugged his head to her chest. She did not know what to say. Max just called his name again and again. How can he be so fragile, so heartbroken, so sorrowful? As she shattered in front of him, Riftan also broke into pieces in front of her. His body leaned helplessly against her. Their shadows against the light couldn’t seem more pitiful.

  Their bodies fell onto the bed like rubble from a crumbling wall. Max buried her face against his cold shoulder. Now she didn’t even know why she was crying, she simply rubbed her damp cheek against his dark hair, spilling out the old anguish piled in her chest. In the dark, they lay and embraced each other motionless.

  Note –

  : Here, take a pack of tissues…… ☹ I feel so bad, their insecurities and traumas have wounded them so severely ☹


  : This was the most emotionally challenging chapter so far, it was really hard to keep myself together ngl T_T Anyway guys, thank you so much for the love you showed us on Saturday! You’re the sweetest, but don’t forget to thank our lovely LNH Admin too, the real MVP that always cares for the site and actually posts the chapters we work on! <3