Thoughts of Harold and his untimely demise occupied her mind, but Waylen's body was warm, which offered solace. A faint smile graced her lips as she replied, “Yes, I do."

Her words held true.

Love took on various forms, some as intense as spirits, while others flowed gently like clear tea or spring water.

In the dim light, Waylen gazed at her for a prolonged moment.

Eventually, he tenderly pressed his body against hers and murmured, “Rena, don't Lie to me."