Chapter 74

Even though she knew the memories were just remnants of the past, and those beautiful moments would never return, Diana still found herself constantly recalling everything that had happened. How could those little fragments, etched deep into her soul, be forgotten so easily? In the darkness, she felt her limbs growing colder. Time ticked by, minute by minute. Diana remained frozen in place, utterly unmoved. Though spring had arrived, the nights were still chilly with lingering cold. She felt as if the blood in her body was slowly freezing over. In that state, her consciousness began to drift, and she fell into a vague, restless sleep. The next day, the weather was clear, with a bright sun and gentle breeze. Diana rubbed her arm, which had gone numb from resting awkwardly on the desk, and sighed helplessly. Previously, only one wrist had bruises, but now both wrists bore purplish marks. Not only that, but she could tell she had likely caught a cold during the night. Her throat