Florist Luscia's delicate face revealed joy as she softly called out, "Sage."
"Child, how is your injury?" Emmerich stepped forward and asked with concern.
"That elder sister said I need several months of rest to recover." Florist Luscia glanced at Nexia standing by the door.
Nexia gave her a gentle smile.
She quickly lowered her gaze and said, "But I don't feel particularly uncomfortable now."
"She is right. You must listen to them and patiently accept their treatment..." Emmerich walked to the bedside, his withered palm gently brushing her head as he spoke with a kind expression and a solemn tone, "Child, all the suffering is behind us now. We are free. Life will gradually improve from here on."
Florist Luscia raised her head, gazing up at the elderly man she had always trusted, her eyes shimmering as she asked in a trembling voice, "...Is it true?"
"It's true!" Emmerich nodded firmly.
Tears glistened and flowed from the girl's eyes...
