Chapter 186

Red blood slowly spread through the puddles on the bathroom floor, creating a gruesome impression under the dim light...

Hermione stared blankly at the scene; she did not want to believe the guess in her heart, but her reason told her that the red-armored knight was very likely Allen...

Finally, the sound of water dripping from the faucet woke her. She rushed toward the red-armored knight, stepping into the red-tinged puddles on the floor, splashing water onto her shoes and robes...

She knelt beside the red-armored knight, throwing her wand to the ground. She smelled a foul scent of blood. The puddles on the floor soaked through her robes and trousers. The summer-cold water actually gave her a bone-chilling sensation, yet she paid no attention to these things at all...

Close observation allowed her to see more familiar features: a familiar build, a familiar height...

All of this corroborated the guess in her heart that she least wanted to see...

She could not imagine how the person who had been smiling in the sunlight just a few hours ago could lie like this on the cold ground...

"Allen—" She spoke the name with immense difficulty. The sentence contained emotions so complex that it startled even herself...

She felt her nose and throat blocked; making a sound that was usually simple was so difficult at this moment...

Yet the red-armored knight gave not a single response, still leaning against the wall, motionless...

Hermione felt her heart tightly gripped by a cold, giant hand...

She understood she had to do something. Perhaps it was not Allen inside the armor. This was her last hope...

Trembling, she extended both hands, gently lifting the sides of the red-armored knight's helmet, and with a slight force removed the helmet...

"Bang!" The exquisite helmet fell to the ground, splashing the puddles on the floor and making a crisp sound that echoed in the dark bathroom...

An incredibly familiar face appeared before her...

Beneath thick, short black hair lay a smooth, pale face with sharp features, but it had lost its usual ruddiness and had become somewhat gray and desolate...

Two thick black eyebrows were tightly furrowed, as if enduring some pain...

Under long, slightly curled eyelashes, those beautiful and lively eyes were tightly closed...

On the handsome bridge of his nose hung some beads of sweat; below, lips of moderate thickness had lost their usual pink color and had become pale...

Hermione's last shred of hope was shattered. Her heart began to ache with a twisting pain, and the tears she had held back for so long suddenly burst from her eyes...

Crystal-clear teardrops fell onto the pitted surface of the armor, shattering into countless crystal droplets and making a "pitter-patter" sound...

This red-armored knight was Allen.

Hermione did not know why Allen was wearing red armor, appearing here in such a gruesome manner. She did not know if there was still danger nearby. Looking at the familiar boy before her, her heart sank into immense grief...

She suddenly collapsed onto the ground. She recalled every little detail since meeting Allen: from their first meeting on the train to studying together day by day, to facing life and death without fear together, and that faint, elusive affection between them...

The boy in her memories was so sunny and confident, passionate and wise...

Yet now that boy lay so lonely in this cold, damp bathroom...

Oppressed by the emotion of grief, Hermione could barely breathe. She felt this was the first time in her life she had been so sorrowful...

With tears streaming down her face, she looked at the motionless Allen and reached out to smooth his tightly furrowed eyebrows.

Looking at Allen's lips, an irresistible impulse arose in her heart...

At this moment, she had lost all the restraints of the past and did not intend to suppress this impulse.

She reached out and gently embraced Allen, showing no disgust for the dirt and pungent smell of blood on his body.

She lowered her head and slowly moved closer to Allen's face. Her curly long hair fell from her shoulders, gently landing on Allen's face...

Without being taught, she tilted her head slightly to clear their noses. She could feel her warm breath striking Allen's face and then bouncing back...

Then she discovered she could not move forward any further. In terror, she discovered her shoulders were gripped by two powerful hands...

In the next moment, she saw those eyes incredibly familiar to her. Those eyes, bright like black gems, were looking straight at her from a very close distance, carrying some emotions of helplessness and playfulness...

She involuntarily let out an exclamation, suddenly pushing herself away from the red-armored knight, and looked at the now-open-eyed Allen in disbelief...

In the next moment, she suddenly threw herself into Allen's arms and burst into loud weeping...

Allen's body, which had been somewhat tense, suddenly became soft again. He awkwardly held up both hands, looking at Hermione weeping in his arms, and for a moment did not know how to comfort her.

Finally, he gently placed one hand on her shoulder, while the other hand softly stroked her fluffy head...

No one knew how much time passed. Hermione's crying grew quieter and quieter. She suddenly shook off Allen's hands, then left his embrace, looking at him with a puffed-up, angry expression.

The more she looked at him, the more awkward Allen became...

"When did you wake up?" Hermione quickly dried her tears, glaring angrily at Allen. Her voice still carried a trace of a crying tone.

"I woke up when you hugged me..." Allen answered honestly.

Hermione looked at Allen with a suspicious gaze, indicating she did not quite believe Allen's answer.

"Then why didn't you let me know sooner that you were going to wake up?" Hermione continued to question.

"I didn't realize what you were going to do at the time! Once I realized it, I immediately stopped you!" Allen answered, feeling somewhat aggrieved.

"Why did you stop me?" Hermione said somewhat sharply. She stared straight at Allen; today's events had caused her to break through some inner boundaries...

Hearing this question, Allen looked at Hermione with his mouth agape. He was at a loss regarding this question...

Fortunately, in the next moment, Hermione began to weep again. "Don't you know how worried I was when you didn't return so late? I ran out alone in the middle of the night and finally found you, only to see you lying here, life or death unknown! Do you understand my mood, my feelings?"

Allen awkwardly touched his nose. He was speechless in response to Hermione's questioning...

Fortunately, after venting, Hermione finally controlled her emotions. She became cold and looked down at Allen, questioning:

"Why were you lying here in the middle of the night?"

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