The two of them went up to the sixth floor and returned to the master bedroom.
Liam Yancey gently laid her down on the bed and asked her, "Do you want to take a bath? That might make you feel better..."
"No..." Tara Summer turned over, her eyes fixed on the floor-to-ceiling window. It was already past two in the afternoon, the sun was shining brightly, and the weather was very nice—crisp and cool.
Liam Yancey tucked her in, pressing a button on the bedside, and the curtains slowly closed, plunging the entire bedroom into darkness, with only a small lamp lit on the bedside.
The soft yellow light was very warm, making one feel relaxed in body and mind.
Tara Summer smiled, turned over again, and looked at him, "I better go check the secret room, I can't sleep..."
"Your parents are in the secret room, just rest easy!" Liam Yancey held her shoulder, not letting her get up, and gently persuaded, "Tara, you need to rest, Oskar still needs you. What if you collapse?"
