Caesar's POV
When she shook her head, I suddenly remembered Viya from our childhood.
That little girl couldn't stand pain at all. Whenever she got sick and the pack doctor came to give her an IV, she'd start crying before the doctor even finished preparing the medicine.
Her tears would fall like broken strings of pearls, as if they cost her nothing to shed.
One hand would be controlled by the doctor, while the other clutched mine desperately. Her mouth was never quiet either, commanding me with desperate pleas: "Caesar, cover my eyes quickly!"
Back then, she couldn't even bear to watch the needle, so incredibly delicate.
I would cover her eyes while complaining, "You could just close them yourself."
So much effort.
Little Viya would shake her head seriously, cryin
