A cold wind blew in.

Yuria, heading towards the hospital balcony, followed Olivia, listening to the sound of the wheelchair’s wheels rolling.

“…”

Olivia didn’t say a word.

Not even a casual greeting.

No conversation about how she was doing.

She just moved her wheelchair with a stern expression, not saying a word.

-“Drrr…”

There was no feeling of excitement. No fear of being scared. Instead, Yuria felt annoyed at meeting someone she didn’t want to see.

They weren’t in a situation to ask about each other’s well-being, so Yuria didn’t bother to initiate conversation.

The only thought in her …