Chapter 9

As Seraphine drew the curtains, the whole room was shrouded in darkness.

I sat next to her on the couch.

Seraphine probably felt cold, for she kept curling up.

Suddenly, she frowned a little. Without any warning, she took off the ring on her right hand and flung it away.

She seemed to cherish this ring in public, but at that moment, she tossed it away as if it were trash.

The ring rolled into an unknown corner of the room.

Seraphine seemed to have thought of something. Getting up, she retrieved a small wooden box from her bedroom. It was locked.

I watched as she struggled to open the lock because she couldn't find the key. She was almost breaking down in anxiety, and she choked back a sob as she said, "I can't find it… Where is it…"

She even tried to pry it open with her fingers and teeth.

As a result, her lips were torn, and she almost broke her nails, but she appeared oblivious to the pain.

I had a vague idea about the contents of the box, but I hoped that I was wrong.

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