Titus ran into the bathroom to throw up and didn't eat breakfast afterward; he returned to his room on the fourth floor, wrapped himself in a shawl, and sat on the soft cushions of the terrace, staring blankly ahead.
He knew that Olivia had done it on purpose. The time he almost vomited his entire stomach on seeing the milk before him, he didn't believe Olivia was unaware of the reason.
The season was almost to the Start of Summer, and although a slight breeze caressed his body and face, it carried a chill.
Like his heart, ever since stepping into this prison, it had never been warm again.
Titus tightened his shawl and brushed the breeze-tousled hair back behind his ears, his eyes gazing into the distance, somewhat dazed.
The bedroom door gently sounded twice. Titus turned his head and saw Aunt Liu pushing the door open, followed by a woman in a white lab coat.
"Aunt Liu, she is..." Titus stood up from the cushion, wrapped in his shawl and walked back into the room.
