Anastasia's pov

　　"You shouldn't... you shouldn't be here," Ryan murmured, his hoarse voice laden with suffering and pain. "You weren't supposed to see me like this."

　　The darkness of the winter garden was softly illuminated by the silvery light of the full moon, casting long, mysterious shadows over the exotic plants.

　　Ryan is sweating, his face contorted in anguish, his jaw clenched, clearly marking the extent of his pain. Every contour of his face ...