The surgery was a great success, and the days that followed marked the beginning of a long recovery process.
During this period, she and Lucian had become close friends who could talk about anything.
He would remind her to take her medicine and apply ointment on time every day, accompany her in doing rehabilitation exercises, and even show up at her door to scold her after she posted food on Instagram, insisting she should watch her diet.
To this, Anastasia would always reply with a cheerful smile, “Next time, I promise.”
Lucian could never win against her, so he would quietly throw away the plate full of spicy food and roll up his sleeves to prepare something light and nutritious.
Anastasia was no fool; she could clearly see that Lucian treated her differently.
But both of them tacitly chose not to break the unspoken bond between them.
One reason was that Anastasia felt she was not worthy of someone as outstanding as him.
The other reason was that Anastasia was afraid.
For more than ten years, she had given her heart to Edward, but he had crushed it mercilessly.
All her sincerity had only brought her endless scars.
She no longer wanted to fall into the trap of love, nor did she wish to believe in the illusion of
romance.
She thought that living alone like this was actually quite nice.
Half a month later, Anastasia’s hand had fully recovered.
Excitedly, she found the long–forgotten violin at the bottom of her box and gently touched it.
This violin was a gift from Edward back then.
It was made from the finest materials, and she had always been used to playing it.
So before she left, she took the violin with her.
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The moment the bow touched the strings, her left fingertips danced across them.
The lingering, distant melody slowly flowed through the air, as if weeping, as if playing a sorrowful farewell song.
The piece ended.
Anastasia touched her face, only to realize it was already covered in tears.
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Lucian, who had been listening quietly nearby, stepped forward, applauded, and handed her a tissue. “That was wonderful, really beautiful. But your hand has just recovered, so you need to rest and avoid overexertion.”
Anastasia wiped away her tears and pouted.
“Next, we have developed a treatment plan for your congenital aphasia, but the process might be a bit painful.”
As he spoke, Lucian softened his tone. “But don’t be afraid. I’m the lead surgeon, and I won’t let anything happen to you.”
His gentle yet firm voice once again soothed her restless and anxious heart.
It seemed that long ago, Edward would comfort her in the same way, stroking her head and telling her not to be afraid, that he was there.
But later, he was the one who personally pushed her into the abyss.
Seeing the sadness in Anastasia’s eyes, Lucian asked, “What’s wrong?”
She shook her head and signed, “It’s nothing, I’m just a little tired. I want to rest.”
Lucian could tell she had something on her mind, but he tactfully gave her some space and left her with a few words. “If you need anything, just call me. Don’t worry about bothering me, I don’t mind at all.”
Warmth filled Anastasia’s heart, and her bad mood instantly vanished.
She gazed at the rainbow rising in the clear sky after the rain, feeling a surge of emotion.
After all, in the days to come, no day could ever be worse than those spent by Edward’s side.
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