Chapter 1277

It was only after Lydia came to her senses that she realized she had unconsciously walked toward the window. Her hospital room was on the seventh floor, and the window had no safety bars.

Anyone who leaned out too far, with the wrong kind of thoughts, could easily fall to their death. She had unknowingly wandered right up to the edge of something irreversible.

But Lydia still felt nothing.

There was no fear, no panic, no relief.

Just emptiness.

She couldn’t even remember what she had been thinking or why she had walked to the window in the first place.

Quincy opened his mouth as if to say something but hesitated, swallowing his words. Instead, he offered, “Are you hungry?”

“I brought your favorite chicken soup from the restaurant you love, and some soy milk. Try it, see if it still tastes the same.”

The aroma of the chicken soup filled the room, steam rising from the bowl. Lydia used to love it. Quincy still remembered, even after all this time.

She quietly ate while Quinc