(⪩ ⪨ You're a mafia member.)

A cold night resembled tranquility as the sound of footsteps were the only thing that was heard. The moonlight was hitting your face as you walked in Eunoia's room, holding a tray.

Eunoia was laying on her bed, with the soft blanket above her covering half of her body, she was sick.

She looked up to you, weakly heading her head to yours as a soft smile appeared on her face.

(❄️): "..."

She didn't say anything. Her throat was completely blocked by whatever she got because of the cold.