Chapter 1432


    It had been three years—three long years of silence and stillness—when finally, Lysander showed signs of reaction. Thssa''s


    heart surged with emotion, her eyes stinging with tears that threatened to spill over.


    She propped Lysander up by his shoulders, desperately seeking eye contact, but his head lolled forward, devoid of the will to


    hold itself up.


    Thssa''s hands trembled slightly, one hand supporting his shoulder, the other gently cradling his face, lifting it so she could


    look at him directly.


    Through her teary haze, she saw that Lysander''s eyes remained closed, his handsome face tranquil, showing no sign of change.


    The flicker of hope in Thssa’s heart plummeted immediately.This text is ? N?velDrama/.Org.


    Everything before her confirmed the harsh reality: Lysander had not yet awakened.


    Her frantic heartbeat gradually subsided, her breath slowing from its initial panicked pace.


    Gently, sheid Lysander back down on the ground. Standing up, she helped him into a seated position, taking in every detail of


    his form with a rity that belied her earlier panic.


    She hadn''t been mistaken. Lysander had indeed responded. At the very least, he had some awareness now.


    This was a significant breakthrough.


    And where there''s progress, there''s hope.


    Thssa fought to contain her excitement, maneuvering Lysander into the bathtub to soak in the warm water. She poured in


    some shower gel and meticulously bathed him, her hands moving over his back as the steam from the bath fogged the air and


    warmed her cheeks, her heart pounding—not just from the heat of the room, but from a shy bashfulness.


    The intimacy of aman and a woman in such close quarters was bound to elicit shyness in Thssa, no matter how routine the


    task had be.


    “Lysander, am | being too rough? Does your back hurt?" Thssa murmured, half to herself, half to him.


    Even without a reply, she continued to converse with Lysander, a daily ritual she had maintained for three years.


    "I''m scrubbing a bit harder in case your back itches," she said to the silence.


    “Lysander, rest assured, | will find a way to wake you up," Thssa vowed, her voice thick with emotion, her resolve unwavering.


    Her confidence had wavered before, but she felt a change in Lysander today. She saw it with her own eyes and the light in her


    dim world brightened once more.


    The next day, Thssa drove to Hertha''s workce.


    Hertha was hunched over herputer, engrossed in a sketch, when a knock on her desk startled her. She looked up and saw


    Thssa. "Thssa! What a surprise to see you here at the office!"


    The surprise was a delight, making Hertha feel cherished in Thssa''s heart.


    "Shh, keep it down, will you? Don''t disturb your colleagues," Thssa reminded her with caution.


    Hertha''s enthusiasm was as infectious as ever.


    "Oh, right. Let''s go to the break room,"


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    "Sit down, Hertha. I''ve got some good news to tell you," Thssa said, cutting to the chase.


    Hertha ced the coffee in front of Thssa. "Try this. | brought from home,” she offered.


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    Thssa nodded, taking a sip of the coffee. Her resolve was clear: she would do anything to bring Lysander back to the light.