Julius' answer did not calm the anxiety in Lilia's heart.

  Lilia stomped on the floor barefoot, her eyes looking confused. "Did the two of them go together?"

  Julius glanced at her then lowered his head with difficulty.

  'Lilia, I can't bear to say it…'

  He didn't say anything, he just stood still and took a deep breath. Lilia then stood up and saw his figure clearly through the window of the sterile room.

  "Uncle, my eyes are completely healed."

  She was even willing to put her current thoughts aside so that her uncle wouldn't worry. Understanding her feelings, Julius slowly got up and put his hand in front of her. "Congratulations, Lilia."

  Such happy news, but no joy between each other.

  Lilia smiled absently as she stepped forward and hugged Julius. "Uncle, thank you for looking after me all this time. Can you lend me your cell phone?"

  Julius handed over his cell phone then she quickly dialed the number she memorized.

  "Sorry, the call you have made has been temporarily unavailable……"

  Her call couldn't reach him. After she hung up the phone fast, she called again.

  "Sorry, the number you called……" But the answer remained exactly the same.

  Lilia lowered her head and her hand, still with a calm expression on her face.

  But the calmer she got, the more depressed Julius became.

  He stepped forward, raised his hand and was about to embrace her, afraid that Jean's departure would cause some mental problems for her. In the end, his injured palm fell on her shoulder. "Don't worry, he will be back."

  "I know," Lilia answered him and smiled back. Then she asked, "Uncle, is it still raining outside ……?"

  They were in a closed sterile room, with no real windows and only floor-to-ceiling windows connecting the corridor and the various research rooms.

  Julius then said, "It's not, the sun is shining today."

  Lilia was a little disappointed, she actually wanted to feel some cool air. "I want to go out."

  She hadn't been out since she came to the institute. In the past three weeks, she would go back and forth between the sterile room and the restroom every day.

  Her eyes were much better now, so she wanted to go out and have a look. Lilia wanted to feel if this monsoon was so cold.

  Her face remained unchanged, and even though her heart was empty, she still hid all her emotions under her calm outlook.

  She didn't look for him like crazy because Lilia didn't know where he was.

  She wasn't crying or causing trouble, she just wanted to get some fresh air in peace. After putting on a coat and tying her hair, she finally took a walk outside the institute.

  Throughout the whole process, she didn't say anything.

  Julius was waiting for her outside the restroom.

  In less than five minutes, Lilia changed her clothes and walked out.

  She was wearing a gray coat, her hair was loosely tied into a ponytail at the back of her head, and she's wearing stylish, fairly tall jeans and boots.

  "Uncle, I'm in the mood to go out on my own. Please work again and don't worry about me!"

  Lilia stretched out her hand and played with the end of her hair. After she said it to Julius, she took the elevator down.

  The research institute was located near the shore, the roar of the passing waves could be heard outside.

  It rained briefly yesterday on New Year's Eve, making the waves sound soft.

  Lilia opened the glass door and walked down the stairs in front of it.

  The beach scene was clear before her eyes, she looked around and her eyes were fixed on a green tree with red flowers.

  It turned out that on the institute grounds, there were three striking Japanese frangipani trees and many other trees.

  She didn't see them when she came since she fell asleep all the way.

  At that time, Jean kept watch over her closely, as if something would happen once he took her eyes off her. And now that she's cured, she's the only one under this frangipani tree. Somehow, this beautiful tree gave off a lonely vibe.

  Lilia walked slowly under the tree, the grass on the ground was pale yellow and there were dead leaves.

  She stood there and stared at the red flower with her eyes. The petals looked so brilliant and the stamens were pink. Lilia didn't know if she had ever seen this before.

  She paused for a long time, put her hand in the pocket of her coat, and lightly touched her lower abdomen.

  She still felt her stomach getting plumper. Vincent said that she ate too much, but she insisted that her child had grown well inside her.

  Now that her eye was better and her wound had healed, she should run a test on a fetal heart rate as soon as possible.

  Lilia's gaze slowly moved away from the tree and a flower fell on the drooping scene.

  She crouched down and twisted the flower around her fingertips as she rested her chin on her knee.

  Was he on the plane right now?

  It took a long time to get to Parma, right?

  However, she heard faint footsteps coming from behind her.

  Lilia crouched on the ground, pushing the flower with her fingertips and smiled. "Uncle, you don't need to accompany me."

  The footsteps continued and the distance between them grew closer.

  At this moment, Lilia lowered her eyelids and continued to exhale, trying to suppress the mixed thoughts in her heart and the tears welling up in her eyes.

  A pair of clean and shiny leather shoes slowly stood silently in front of her.

  She turned away from the flower and turned her head slightly.

  It turned out—


  "Madame, are you waiting for me?"

  With a loud sound, Lilia felt the rope that suffocated her heart disappeared in an instant.

  She quickly raised her head. As her uncle said, the sun was shining brightly today and a beam of light shone on the man's shoulder that stood tall in front of her.

  She couldn't open her eyes because of the dazzling light, but she insisted on looking at him more intensely.

  The man stood in front of her with his back against the light, his cheeks were covered with a layer of light, looking handsome and straight, and felt so unreal.

  Lilia felt that her expression must be ridiculous right now.

  She kept crouching on the ground while looking at him and muttering, "Didn't you leave… Already?"

  Lilia thought that Jean should be on the plane right now. She thought that she would start the days of waiting without knowing when her husband would return.

  She thought……

  There were still many, many thoughts on her mind.

  A happy smile crossed the man's thin lips. He sighed silently, bent down, and pulled her in by supporting her arm. "It's so cold, don't squat here alone. Aren't you afraid of catching a cold?"

  Lilia's legs went numb and she shook his figure before hitting his arm.

  Her eyes were filled with confusion, but she asked instead, "Didn't you leave earlier……?"

  "I did. I went to the airport to take Vincent. When I saw you asleep, I didn't dare wake you up."The man explained carefully.

  Lilia immediately lowered her head. "Uncle said you were gone, I called you but my call didn't connect."

  Before she finished her words, she was hugged into a warm embrace. "I left early in the morning in a hurry and didn't tell him. When I just got back, the car went into the tunnel and my phone had no signal on. I promised Mrs. Widjaya that I wouldn't leave, right? You thought I would dare break your promise and become a liar?"

  Lilia's hand was still turning the flower she was holding.

  In her heart, all her anxieties and sorrows were erased in one sentence.

  Closing her eyes and raising her hands to embrace him, her voice slowly choked up. "I thought you were going to Pama, and here I was thinking about how to apply for a visa to go after you……"

  The man sighed silently and hugged her tightly under the frangipani tree.

  He didn't want to tell her what happened this morning. According to his calculated timing, if he sent Vincent away and hurried back, Lilia shouldn't have taken off her gauze yet, and so he thought the timing would be right.

  However, he never thought that when he got out of the car and entered the research institute complex, he saw the woman from a distance crouching alone under the frangipani tree with a troubled expression on her face.