Under Marina's anxious gaze, the lady removed Marina's oxygen mask.

"Just what do you want?" asked Marina weakly. Her question was free from her usual supercilious tone.

"What do I want?" The lady chuckled softly. Her face was no less different from what Marina remembered.

Time, which could be relentless, chose to be kind to this lady whose face was free from wrinkles.

The lady was gentle and warm in the past. She had always looked at Marina with a warm gaze, giving Marina a wholesome child