Chapter 171


    Gurdyroots weren''t exactly rare on the market. Century-old gurdyroots, on the other hand, were


    very rare to find nowadays.


    Hera opened herptop and logged into the Divine Forum, which she hadn''t visited for quite some


    time. She asked a few alternative medical practitioners who were quite well-known for their own


    merit while ignoring the unread notifications. s, none of them possessed a century-old gurdyroot.


    Her phone rang loudly at that moment. It was a call from Bernard.


    "It''s already night time. Where are you?" His husky voice drifted out of the loudspeaker.


    Hera nced at the time. Only then did she notice that it was already 7:00 pm.


    The sky had already gone dark. All the streetlights on the campus were brightly lit.


    "I''m still at the academy," Hera replied.


    "Which part of the academy?"


    Bernard''s question caught Hera off guard. "Are you still at the academy?"


    She remembered telling Bernard on WhatsApp earlier that afternoon that she needed to perform


    her duty roster chores, so she''d go hometer than usual. That was why she wanted Bernard to go


    home on his own after he was done with his business at the academy.


    "Yeah. I''ve justpleted my business. I''lle get you right now. But I don''t see any lights in the


    junior year students'' ssroom block."


    "Don''t go anywhere. I''ll go find you instead."


    Hera recalled that Bernard was still stuck in his wheelchair, so she quickly switched off herptop


    and put on her jacket. She made sure to lock the chemistryb up before scurrying away.


    There was a short distance between the chemistryb and ssroom blocks. Hera descended all


    the way to the first floor. She spotted Bernard as she hurried down the path.


    He could be seen sitting in his wheelchair on the deserted path. The dim yellow streetlight traced


    the outline of his handsome face, casting dark shadows on a portion of his face.


    Bernard''s regal-like bearing and sitting position made him seem like he was sitting on a throne


    instead of a wheelchair.


    But the night breeze was extraordinarily chilly. His hands, which rested on the arms of the


    wheelchair, were starting to turn blue from the cold—the thought of Bernard wheeling everywhere in


    search of her strummed Hera''s heartstrings.


    "Why didn''t you call me in advance?" she asked while approaching Bernard. A ball of white mist


    escaped from her lips as she spoke.


    The temperature in Norburgh often dipped a few degrees lower during winter nights.


    "I''ve already texted you, but you never replied," Bernard said. He dragged out his words slightly,


    making him seem pitiful and helpless.


    Hera tapped on her WhatsApp and switched ounts once again. Only then did she notice the text


    message Bernard had sent her half an hour ago. He had told her that he''de over to pick her up.


    Suddenly, she felt a little guilty.


    Bernard lifted the woolen quilt that was draped over hisp in an attempt to drape it over Hera''s


    shoulders. But he couldn''t reach her due to him being a lot shorter than her, seeing as he was


    confined to his wheelchair.


    He was silent for a moment before saying, "Come here."


    Hera could tell what Bernard was trying to do. She opted to stand before him without budging at all,


    her eyes silently fixed on his figure.


    "Perhaps you can try to stand up."


    Bernard didn''t respond at all. He had a feeling that Hera was mocking him.


    But if he were to rise to his feet right in front of Hera, she''d have discovered that he was perfectly


    capable of caring for himself.


    So, Bernard reached out to take Hera''s hand.


    Surprised, Hera soon felt the coldness ring from Bernard''s bigger hand, making her heart skip a


    beat.


    Suddenly, Bernard pulled her into his arms with a strong tug.


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    His actions shocked Hera, but she dared not squirm around for fear that she might identally


    make contact with his injuries.


    Bernard''s frame was a lot warmer than his hand. His familiar smoky scent shot up Hera''s nostrils


    instantly, though it felt colder thanks to the night''s chill. It made her head clearer than usual.


    As Bernard draped the quilt over Hera''s shoulders, he ced his hand on her back and pulled her


    closer into his arms. He breathed in her light fragrance at the same time.


    The dim light cast down on the pair, dragging out their shadows on the deste path.


    Suddenly, two beams of light were pointed in their direction. It appeared that a car had cruised into


    the campus and had chosen to go down the path they were on.


    Hera snapped out of her trance and got up instantly. Meanwhile, Bernard shot a displeased look at


    the iing car.


    Dous, who was seated in the driver''s seat, could feel Bernard''s murderous gaze being fixed on


    him. He shuddered instinctively before stepping on the brakes.


    He didn''t mean to interrupt Bernard and Hera''s private time on purpose!


    Upon spotting the familiar license te number, Hera moved to open the car door. The moment she


    saw Dous, shemented, "I see you''re back from your vacation."


    "Yes, Ms. Youngworth," Dous replied.