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"..."

Nightingale's expression suddenly became a little embarrassed.

She didn't expect that Ophelia would want to be alone with Ian at this time.

This feeling is like saying "I should leave".

Although there may not necessarily be any malicious intent, for a nurse like Nightingale, it was like being complained about for not being diligent and responsible enough in the previous examination.

"..."

Ian saw the hesitation in Nightingale's eyes, and quickly spoke to Ophelia:

"Does Nightingale have to go out?"

"She...has done so many things for you, hasn't she?"

"..."

Ophelia lowered her head and seemed to know what Ian said.

However, her silence at this moment meant that her thoughts could not be changed.

Considering everything that had gone before, Ian decided to cross the line a little for Ophelia.

He took Nightingale's hand and came to the side.

"that--"

Ian glanced at Ophelia who was still lying on the sickbed, his expression a little complicated.

"Nightingale, although that might be..."

Before the man could finish his words, Nightingale asked him a question in return.

"Ian, do you support her actions?"

"..."

"For now, I'm quite supportive." After a moment's hesitation, the man admitted everything. "Nightingale, you know that Ophelia's situation is quite special."

"Of course, her behavior was somewhat rude. I apologize to you on her behalf."

"..."

Nightingale's eyes brightened a little.

It looks like a lost person suddenly found guidance.

"That means you don't think everything I do has satisfied Ophelia, right?"

"Of course."

Ian gave Nightingale a gentle kiss on the forehead.

"You're the best nurse. How could you possibly make someone feel dissatisfied with your care?"

"..."

"It's enough to know that you have this attitude."

Nightingale touched the kiss on her forehead and looked somewhat enjoyable.

"I actually support you doing this - but Ian, I still have to say that her emotions seem very unstable. If possible, try not to irritate her, okay?"

"..."

Ian nodded.

"Well, I see."

Ever since——

After confirming that she had done nothing wrong, Nightingale left.

And Ian was able to return to Ophelia.

The room that was bustling just now is now filled with only men and girls.

"alright--"

"Now it's just you and me. If you have anything you want to say, you can say it now, right?"

"..."

Ophelia didn't say anything, just looked at Ian silently.

Seeing this, the man knew he had to do something.

He just asked some not-so-nice "questions" just like before.

"Speaking of which-"

Ian's hand caressed the girl's hand, appearing to be very inappropriate.

But the man knew that this sense of contact without taboos was the source of Ophelia's peace of mind.

"What were you wearing the day you were bombed by Leif?"

"..."

"Do you really have to ask this kind of question?"

Ophelia turned her face away, the slightly blushing color symbolizing her embarrassment, but her indulgence in letting Ian do whatever he wanted was a sign that she would not resist such behavior.

Yes.

She really didn't hate it.

"Can't I ask?" Ian sat closer.

"I didn't say it couldn't be done."

Ophelia muttered softly.

"But instead of asking me, wouldn't it be better to confirm it yourself?"

"Oh, I don't understand at all."

"Don't try that on me! You know exactly why I kept you here."

"..."

"All right--"

Ian said in feigned helplessness.

But he had actually expected this to happen a long time ago.

After all, he fully understood that Ophelia was crazy when the two of them were alone.

The quilt covering Ophelia was lifted.

What replaced it was Ian's spirit of research.

"Um--"

"Same as before—"

"You really do like this kind of dress, Ophelia."

"You clearly told me to do this." The girl protested with a blushing face, "Now I'm doing it as you said, and you say I like it."

"But I clearly said it was up to you."

"..."

"..."

The atmosphere suddenly became a little ambiguous.

Although no matter the time, place or the eye contact between the two people, it seems a little awkward.

"Do you actually remember what you said at that time?"

Ophelia's voice softened considerably, sounding a little guilty.

"Of course I remember."

"But I don't remember anything."

"Just woke up, this is it."

"I didn't sleep."

"You slept."

"No! I'm not asleep!" Ophelia looked at Ian in front of her and bit her lip. "I heard everything you said!"

"you……"

"You said you would 'guard' my future, right?"

"..."

Ian looked up.

What he saw was Ophelia's face, which was already extremely embarrassed.

He seemed to understand her real purpose in keeping him.

"So you knew that?"

"How could I not know that?"

Ophelia tapped Ian's head with her hand, then quickly stroked it as if she was afraid of hurting him.

"Who would break into someone's house on Sunday and yell at their parents?!"

"But that's obviously what you wanted to say."

Ian responded to Ophelia's gaze.

"You've clearly been wanting to say that you don't want to bear the pressure of this identity, and you don't want to devote your whole life to your family, right?"

"I just……"

"Help you get it out."

"..."

Ophelia was silent for a long moment before continuing.

"There's no such thing..."

"I... don't have the courage to say that kind of thing. Only you can help me do it, to help me get rid of that nightmare."

"Ian…I'm sorry."

"I used to think you were a very unreasonable person, standing on the high ground and saying that Mashu's gratitude to you was outrageous, but it turns out that I just haven't received your help yet."

“Only when I really experienced that kind of kindness myself did I realize how precious it was.”

"..."

Looking at Ophelia's trembling face, Ian knew that she must have considered these words for a long time before saying them.

There is no reason not to accept it.

There is no reason to say that you haven't done it.

after all--

Didn't I say I would accept her life when she had no idea about it?

"I always feel like you're here to repay a favor."

"If I don't accept it, people will probably think I'm a weird person, right?"

"You, you must accept it!" Ophelia held Ian's hand tightly. "Otherwise, what I said just now would be in vain."

"..."

"Then there's nothing we can do."

"Now that you've said that—" Ian looked at Ophelia, who was determined to "repay the favor," "Then I'll just accept it, right?"

"But how far can you repay a favor, Ophelia?"