Chapter

　　"Mira, wake up! I brought you something." Ingrid shook me to wake me up. 　　I groaned, sat up, and rubbed my eyes. Ingrid always visits me in the middle of the night and she always disturbs and wakes me up in the middle of my sleep. 　　Just like always, she brought me some food, medicine and bandages for my wounds. Also, she's holding some flowers. 　　"Thank you," I said groggily. Everytime she would visit me I would always thank her. I never get tired of telling her how I grateful I am. 　　She gave me one of her sweetest smiles that wrinkles the corner of her eyes. She gave me the tray of food and took the books that I borrowed from her from my cabinet and replaced it with the books that she took with her. 　　"What's with the flowers? Is someone courting you?" I teased her, and she glared at me. 　　She laughed sarcastically. "Ha-ha, as if someone would like me," she said nonchalantly. 　　"Actually, there would. You just have to change your fashion sense and do a little makeover," I replied