The impact of the plane’s descent sent a blazing inferno crashing over me, swallowing everything in flames.
…
When I woke, my mind was hazy, and the muffled voices of a doctor and Kian drifted into my ears.
“Psychological disorder?”
“Yes. And it doesn’t seem to be just from the plane crash. This condition has likely existed for a long time. It was only triggered recently.”
Kian answered in a low voice, “He lost his parents, and the person he was closest to is no longer here. He really hasn’t had it easy.
“You once said keeping him busy would help him forget the pain… but maybe it’s my fault. I overlooked his mental health.”
My muddled thoughts churned.
How did Kian know?
By the time I fully regained consciousness, the doctor had already left.
Kian sat silently by my bedside, watching as I stared blankly at the ceiling.
“You’re awake?”
“Mm… Kian, are you real?”
I could hardly believe it.
Everything before I blacked out felt too real—the scorching flames, the searing heat licking at my hair, and the deafening roar of the blaze.
I could still hear it.
Kian wore his usual impassive expression, his face unreadable as ever.
But his actions confused me.
He lifted my hands and pressed them against his face.
His skin was smooth, his nose sharp and defined.
Before I even realized it, I had been touching his face for far too long.
The moment it hit me, I jerked my hands away, my face burning.
My entire body tensed with discomfort.
“I’m real. Don’t be afraid,” Kian said, his voice impossibly gentle, making me almost believe, for a fleeting second, that he actually cared.
“I…”
“No need to worry about work. The doctor says you’re free to leave the hospital.
“But since there’s no one at home to take care of you… why don’t you stay at my place for now? There’s a housekeeper.”
