"I'm not going." Mason Nightshade said, his voice weak as if drained of energy, but he quickly became firm again, "But you must go to the hospital for a checkup tomorrow. Only after the doctor examines can we decide if the cast can be removed. You can't walk around recklessly today; once your hair is dry, go to bed."
"I still have some things to take care of, you go to sleep first, tonight... I won't come over to sleep here."
After saying this, Mason Nightshade turned and walked out, his back showing a hint of loneliness.
At two o'clock in the morning, Aunt Rong got up to use the bathroom and saw that the study light was still on. She quietly pushed open a crack in the door and saw Mason Nightshade sitting behind the desk, pondering something with a vacant look, staring blankly at one spot, looking more fatigued and haggard than when he sought her help half a month ago.
