Heartstrings on Fire novel Chapter 1104

Phoenix woke up.

But there she was, just staring at the ceiling.

Silent, yet tears unbidden slid down the corners of her eyes.

Agnes slowly walked to her bedside.

She said to the nurse standing by, "You can go. I'll stay with her."

The nurses exchanged looks before leaving the room quietly.

Agnes sat next to Phoenix, holding her hand.

No words were spoken, and soon, her own tears began to fall.

But Agnes knew she had to stay strong.

If she cried, it would only make Phoenix feel worse.

Agnes wiped the tears from her eyes.

"Phoenix, can you try to be strong?" she murmured.

It's easy to say but hard to do.

Agnes remembered the heart-wrenching pain of losing her father years ago.

Feeling utterly hollow inside, wishing for an end to the agony.

It seemed Phoenix didn't even hear Agnes's voice.

Her gaze remained fixed on the ceiling, unblinking.

Agnes didn't know what to say anymore.

Anything seemed insufficient.

She just sat quietly by the bed, holding Phoenix's hand, keeping her company.

From deep night into the early morning.

The room faced a large glass window, the curtains left open.

The first rays of sunlight streamed in.

The early spring sun was warm and inviting.

Outside, the world was alive, the garden blooming with daffodils, a vibrant sea of yellow.

Yet, inside it was chillingly cold, even with the heating on full blast.

It was the famous seafood porridge from Cloud Brocade, a dish Agnes once loved for its rich flavor and creamy texture.

But today, each sip felt like swallowing molten lava, scalding all the way to her heart.

Her stomach felt as if it was being scorched, unable to taste anything but pain.

Agnes managed a few sips.

Then, she turned to Phoenix, "Phoenix, please try to eat a little, just a bit, okay?"

Phoenix didn't respond.

She just silently wept.

Agnes couldn't even wipe her tears fast enough.

The pillow was soaked with her tears.

Her eyes were hollow and swollen, bloodshot, resembling more a walking corpse than a living person.

Agnes was at a loss.

She looked helplessly and sorrowfully at Kearney.