Chapter 218

Gia felt a twinge of hope ignite in her chest, causing her to gasp for air. This slight, almost imperceptible movement caused her eyes to widen in surprise and an intense wave of emotion; to her, it felt like a monumental tremor.

As Gia stared closely, the room appeared to hold its breath, trapped in a precarious moment. The tiniest trace of life appeared on Deep's previously lifeless hand—a little twitch, a soft quiver of his fingers as if reacting to the feelings that poured out of Gia's tear that had landed upon his hand.

Gia saw the signal as weak as a thousand affirmations, but it was a flicker in the middle of a silent sea. It was a whisper, a modest consolation that perhaps, even in his coma-induced state, Deep's consciousness was trying to make the connection between his dreaming mind and the outside world.

Gia was full of hope; it was a radiant bloom that filled the gloomy room. For a brief instant, the tiny movement in Deep's palm turned into a lighthouse