Chapter 252: Tears of Lys
Dr. Matzo had always prided himself on being a man of science. He did not deal in myths, nor did he indulge in fairy tales passed down through forgotten ages.
Yet, as his eyes fell upon the crystalline necklace dangling from Xin's neck, his breath caught.
His hands trembled slightly. No… it can't be. That's impossible. That was only ever a legend.
And yet—what if?
For a fleeting second, hope—a fragile, foolish hope—burned within him. Aunt Mei was on the verge of death; her pulse had weakened to the faintest whisper, her breath shallow and fleeting. If there was even the slightest chance… no, he couldn't hesitate. Not now.
"Xin," Dr. Matzo said suddenly, his voice low but urgent. "That necklace. Give it to me."
Xin blinked, confused but too desperate to argue, and handed it over. The glass pendant gleamed faintly in his palm.
