Mabel Quinn thought, her gaze secretly sizing up Kyle Kinston, only to feel that his current state resembled the way he looked when his hidden ailments flared up: a pale face, seemingly unable to even stand steadily, the veins on his forehead and the back of his hands bulging out, and his breathing heavy and rapid.

Suddenly, Mabel Quinn noticed a change in Kyle Kinston’s expression, as he abruptly turned his head to look in her direction.

She hurriedly shrank back to avoid being seen by him, hoping he would leave quickly so she could escape smoothly.

She always thought that even if he came to G City, they would remain like parallel lines, never intersecting, yet unexpectedly, they had met so soon, and under such circumstances.

At this moment, Kyle Kinston was feeling a strange sensation in his body.

Pain was spreading through his body continuously, and the Full Moon’s pain this time came earlier than he expected, catching him off guard. He could only temporarily find a meeting room, hoping to suppress the pain with medication.

Over the years, the efficacy of painkillers had become weaker, and the duration of relief increasingly shorter.

Every time he took painkillers, his body would develop a little more immunity. He feared that soon, the medication might completely lose its effect.

Yet even so, in this situation, he had no choice but to take them, hoping to suppress the pain for at least half an hour, allowing him to return to his lodging.

But just as he took out the medication, a strange sensation surged through his body, his heart pounding unusually strongly. An indescribable yearning spread from within him, permeating throughout his limbs.

What was this feeling? It was as if it was reminding him that what he longed for was just within reach, his body’s instincts desperately urging him to grasp for it...

But... what was he supposed to grasp?

What exactly was this feeling?

The pain suddenly intensified again, and his hand abruptly loosened, causing the bottle of medication to fall to the ground, rolling across the floor toward the sofa.

Kyle Kinston panted laboriously, stepping toward the bottle.

He needed to quickly take the medication, or the pain would only worsen...

Yet at this moment, the pain in his body, combined with that strange sensation, seemed to be countering his rationality. The more he tried to suppress the pain, the more fiercely it exploded.

"Huh... huh..." His breath was urgent, his teeth clenched tightly to stifle the cries of pain that threatened to escape his lips...

How much longer could he endure this pain? What was his purpose for living? Just to find his life-dependent?

"Life-dependent... where... are you..." he whispered hoarsely, biting his lip hard. Pain... did his life-dependent know how much pain he was in? Did his life-dependent know that someone in this world necessarily needed him (her) to survive?

In this world, could there really be someone to rely on for life together with him?

Mabel Quinn shrank back, only vaguely hearing Kyle Kinston’s hoarse murmurs, the sound too indistinct for her to make out his words. The only thing she could hear was the gradually approaching footsteps.