It had been raining continuously in San Veridio for several days. It seemed as if the sky itself had taken on a sorrowful hue. By the time Lucas arrived in San Veridio from Portelva, three days had passed. His face was marked with an unconcealable weariness and anxiety.
The moment he learned that Victoria had been injured and was undergoing surgery, his heart felt as if it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand. He was in a state of extreme anxiety, wishing he could fly over immediately. However, the matters in Portelva were so urgent and serious that he couldn't get away, and could only endure each day as if it were a year.
Finally, he arrived at the hospital. Dressed in a black trench coat, he stepped out of the elevator. When he reached the door of the intensive care unit, he
