Qian turned her head on the snow-white pillow, staring blankly at Brand as he shed tears. The room was silent.
Medisha said nothing, Furlo remained speechless, and Char was just watching Brand.
Antitina looked left and right, finally looking suspiciously at her Lord. She hadn't experienced the dark underground of Shafelund, nor did she have Medisha's keen insight—so naturally, she didn't understand what Brand meant to Qian at this moment. But even a fool could see the girl's attachment to Brand, and she couldn't help but think strangely.
Brand walked closer, standing by Qian's bed. The girl finally stopped her vulnerability. She calmed down and managed a weak smile at Brand, with tears still hanging—her smile was sweet but as fragile as if etched on a pale, thin piece of paper that could shatter at any moment.
