Heena didn't even look at him. She tossed the damp towel over her shoulder, walked over to the nearest heavy wooden chair, and collapsed into it with a heavy, exhausted sigh. She leaned her head back against the wood, staring up at the ceiling beams for a long second, just trying to physically process the sheer misery of her day.
Finally, she rolled her head to the side, her pitch-black, tired eyes landing on the beautiful, hollow-eyed boy standing nervously by the table.
"Why are you here?" Heena asked bluntly, lacking the energy for any polite transitions.
Fei Yu swallowed hard, his pale hands clenching the fabric of Ren's borrowed shirt. He forced himself to stand straight, though his shoulders still hunched submissively.
"To repay the debt I owe you," Fei Yu answered, his soft voice trembling slightly with sheer sincerity. "You gave me the means to lay my wife to rest with dignity. My life is yours now. I am really, truly grateful."
