"…Thanks," she said quietly.
He blinked. "…You're welcome."
Vanyaa stared at the bed for a while.
It had been days since she slept in an actual bed.
She crawled onto it and buried herself under the blanket.
Alden gave her one last glance before turning away.
"Goodnight," he said softly.
She didn't reply. But under the blanket, a tiny smile formed on her lips.
He really isn't a bad guy.
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After putting Vanyaa to sleep, Alden stepped into his room.
The day had been chaotic, to say the least.
But then again—when wasn't it?
Honestly, Alden was starting to enjoy the madness. Not in a masochistic way.
He wasn't crazy afterall.
Well, not completely.
But there was something addictive about this kind of unpredictability. These moments made him feel alive—like he was actually in a world, not just following some lazy no-lifer author's plotline.
His room was peacefully quiet, in complete denial of the chaos that had just unfolded.
He hopped onto the bed.
