Chapter 135

Lyra sat by the window, holding a sketchbook filled with chaotic drawings.

Her hand with the brush remained still as her eyes stared blankly at the sky outside.

Suddenly, a strong gust of wind rattled the windows and doors.

Lyra stood up to close the window.

Turning around, she noticed Torin standing at the doorway, seemingly appearing out of nowhere.

Torin saw her by the window, and his heart skipped a beat, a hint of anxiety creeping in.

Was her depression not improving?

Seeing him, Lyra's hand holding the brush trembled, leaving an abrupt mark on the paper.

She saw the anxiety in Torin's eyes.

She was not entirely calm yet; at the sight of Torin, his face reminiscent of Victoria Reynolds, memories of the previous humiliation involuntarily surfaced.

Even though she knew it wasn't his fault, she still didn't want to see him right now.

The suppressed grievances and vulnerability, forcefully held back, burst out uncontrollably the moment she saw him.

She lowered her gaze slightly, eyes