Chapter 34

"And here we are, back in the room," Atlas said, leading Azalea back to their room with a broad smile. They exchanged a few lighthearted conversations along the way.

"Thank you so much. That was so nice of you," Azalea expressed her gratitude, genuinely happy with the assistance he had provided.

"Don't mention it," Atlas smiled at her as he covered her with a blanket on the bed. "But if you're really thankful, I would like you to remember me the next time we meet—" He suddenly paused, realizing the unintended implications of his words.

"Not that I wish for you to continue visiting the hospital, but a part of me wants that too," he added awkwardly, making Azalea chuckle lightly. "Thank you for saying that. I hope we meet again too," Azalea responded warmly.

Out of nowhere, Atlas pulled out a small camomile flower and handed it to her. "I got you one of these. Though it's slightly wilted, I'm sure it will remind you of me even if you start to forget." The white petals