<b>Chapter </b><b>402 </b>How Did You Get Hurt?
The door was naturally shut tight.
Jean stared at it for a long while before finally making up her mind
She reached out and knocked lightly.
But there was no response.
Jean knocked harder this time, her hand hitting the door more firmly than before.
About 10 seconds passed-
Click.
The door cracked open just slightly.
The pale face of Ludwig suddenly came into view.
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Jean’s eyes widened a little. Joy flickered in them. “You’re really here?”
Ludwig’s lips curledzily, his brows rxed. “If I’m not here… then where <b>else </b>would I be?”
As he spoke, he stretched out his arm and pushed the door further open.
Jean smiled back and stepped into the room.
<i>So </i><i>that </i><i>note </i><i>really </i><i>was </i><i>from </i><i>him</i>.
<i>There </i><i>were </i><i>no </i><i>tricks</i><i>, </i><i>no </i><i>traps </i><i>here</i>…
The moment she saw Ludwig with her own eyes, all the unease in Jean’s chest finally settled down.
She closed the door behind her as naturally as breathing, then followed him further into the room.
Ludwig was dressed in a ck hoodie, his figure long and lean.
His skin, pale to the point of glowing, looked like delicate white parchment against the dark fabric.
Jean couldn’t help but nce at his face again. His lips were bloodless, and a faint darkness circled his eyes.
“What happened to you?”
Her brows knitted involuntarily, and she looked at him with genuine concern..
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Ludwig simply shook his head and waved her off.
Jean quickly stepped closer and grabbed his arm.
“You don’t look okay at all…”
Still, Ludwig said nothing. He just repeated the motion, shaking his head again.
But the very next second-
Chapter 402 How Did You Get Hurt<b>? </b>
His body suddenly tilted to the side.
<b>As </b><b>if </b>his strength gave out, he copsed without warning toward <b>the </b>edge of the bed
Thankfully, Jean caught his arm just in time, helping him stay upright.
“<b>This </b>is what you call fine?<b>” </b>
She hurriedly guided him to sit down on the bed, making sure he didn’t fall.
“What’s going on? Tell me.” Jean frowned deeply, her expression serious. Even her tone grew <b>heavier</b>.
Ludwig’sshes trembled. He looked incredibly frail.
Like a paper doll without a soul–one gust of wind could knock him down.
Then it hit her-
<i>He </i>must’ve <i>used </i>up <i>a </i><i>ton </i><i>of </i><i>strength </i><i>just </i><i>to </i><i>make </i>it <i>to </i><i>the </i><i>door </i><i>and </i><i>open </i>it <i>for </i><i>me</i>, right<i>? </i>
<i>With </i><i>how </i><i>he </i><i>looks </i><i>now</i>, <i>he </i><i>can </i><i>barely </i><i>even </i><i>stand</i><i>… </i>
<i>No </i><i>wonder </i><i>it </i><i>took </i>him <i>so </i><i>long </i><i>to </i><i>answer </i><i>the </i><b><i>door</i></b>.
“Are you okay?” Jean exhaled gently. Her eyes softened with pain. “If you’re feeling off anywhere<b>, </b>you <b>can </b>tell me.”
“I’m really fine…” Ludwig lowered his gaze and couldn’t help but cough a few times. His voice <b>was </b>faint, like the rustle of wind. “I just need to lie down…”
With that, hey down on the bed without another word.
Jean reached out, covered Ludwig with the nket.
“So youy on the bed all the time before I came?” She raised her eyebrow and asked subconsciously.
Ludwig said nothing but nodded slightly.
Jean pressed her finger, asked in total iprehension. “So why do you end up bing like this?”
<i>What </i><i>happened </i><i>to </i><i>him</i><i>, </i><i>let </i><i>out </i><i>the </i><i>one </i><i>high</i><i>–</i><i>spirited </i><i>Ludwig </i><i>bing </i><i>like </i><i>this</i><i>? </i>
<i>Ireally </i><i>can’t </i><i>understand</i>.
“You’re hurt, right?” She looked straight towards him, asked in a low voice.
Ludwig nodded slightly.
“How do you get hurt?” She asked continuously.
Ludwig fell silent for a moment, then he answered slowly, “When doing the mission… <b>And </b>I hurt during tha
time.”