There was one spot of light that was too bright. As Matcha tried to open her eyes, she slowly adjusted until she could see Ira, who was now sitting in the chair next to the bed. 

This room was still very much the same as Matcha's hospitalization room.
He smiled with relief, called her by Blue's name several times, and also contacted Dr. Kia, who came over immediately. She didn't hear Dr. Kia's explanation, but what Matcha could conclude was that she would be fine after her hospitalization.

"Not like this again, Blue." Ira held his right palm, rubbing it. It was a touch he never got. "Mommy's scared."

"Mom?" She called hesitantly, also feeling strange about the call just now. Ira cleared her throat, asking in his very soft voice, as always. "Is there any hope?"

Ira frowned. Matcha just smiled; her lure might just work. Just a little bit more. "Hope to realize my dream, like everyone else?"

"There is. There must be." Ira took her hand again. She smiled. She could see; there was a twinkle there, very optimistic. Optimistic about destroying him? "You will succeed in realizing your dream. You will succeed in defeating Matcha. Even with you being able to survive, you can live your days; you are already one step ahead of him."

"That's mom's dream, not mine." Matcha withdrew her hand, which was still limp. As her comatose body progressed, she felt herself growing weaker. "Mother's dream was to ruin Matcha's life. That was mom's goal. Dad is already gone. What else are you after? The treasure?"

Ira smiled, wickedly nodding. If she had no feelings, she would have finished this woman this very second. The woman who took all of Aryan's wealth snatched his inheritance away from him so that he had to work hard to get scholarships and jobs and have a good life. He still had his wits about him, unfortunately.

"You must be healthy."

"To take Matcha's happiness," Matcha continued bitterly. "But, indirectly, you took away my dreams and my happiness. You took everything."
Matcha sighed first. Ira's face turned red.

"You are doing this not for me but for yourself. Expectations, prestige, and ignorance that you want to keep winning!" Matcha emphasized.

"What are you talking about!?" Ira's voice rose slightly, realizing that he was still in the hospital. Matcha glared, looking away. Then, as Ira grabbed his bag from the table, she started to get up from his seat. "Take a break. Don't keep thinking about unimportant things."

She chose not to answer anything; she just stayed silent, staring at Ira, who pulled the door handle and left in his neat clothes. When Matcha glanced at the white-hanging clock, it was already six o'clock in the afternoon.

"You're awake, right?" Green looked up, staring at her. She didn't answer, leading Green to walk closer while taking in the hospitalization room that felt too big, more like the living room in Green's house. Then, Green pulled out the chair to the right of the bed and sat there, leaning against the headboard with his arms crossed over his stomach. "Sky is next door. Look at Matcha."

Matcha's eyebrows shot up as soon as she heard that. For what? Sky was looking at her body when the soul of the person was here. In Blue's body, which made him 
always feel weak, but also feel strong because of Blue's enormous luck.

"What are you doing here?" she asked. "Feeling guilty about-"

"I want to apologize." Green cleared his throat first. His gaze looked nervous and unsettled.

"I know. I believe it." Matcha smiled faintly, thinning her very pale lips. "Not you. I know. After seeing you leave the shop at that time, I believe your defense that the paper was for Aunt Mela. It's her birthday the next day, right? I just remembered, and that was that."

"You know so much about my mom," Green said, squinting.

"I just happened to remember." Matcha scratched her temple. "You feel the need to protect Vio?"

"What does that mean?"

With Green's movement just now, his face, which looked surprised at Matcha's question, was enough to answer her question. Yes. Green had to cover it up.

"I'm just going to believe it, just by chance?" Matcha never let Green breathe a sigh of relief for long. Even though the man had just calmed down from Matcha's previous words, "I see. Everything. Papers, boxes, birds, photos—everything was there."

Green swallowed harshly, which suddenly felt like a rock.

"I see, Green!"
Green lowered his hands, sighing heavily, as Matcha gave him a sharp look. Although he was slow, he was able to control himself more quickly. "If I were in your shoes, I'd probably be like that too."

"I apologize for Vio."
Matcha shrugged her shoulders very lightly. In her opinion, it was a different story. Even if Violet and Green were sisters, it wouldn't matter to her. Everything would still be the same. Violet was a bad person who wouldn't get an apology from her.

"How about later?" Matcha glanced at the glass of water on the nightstand. She was about to take it with difficulty, but Green rushed to get it when he saw her struggling. "Okay. Thanks."

Once Matcha had finished drinking, as she handed the glass back to Green, Matcha looked to the side of the bathroom door to the left of the bed.
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The room lights were deliberately turned off. The man stalked in, his face obscured by the flap of his black oversized jacket; only a large silhouette of his shadow was visible, a reflection of the lamplight from outside. His shoes were stark white, with dark blue laces. 

The man hid a knife under his body, then walked slowly to the side of the hospital bed, looking at the blanket covering someone's body there.
The knife lifted high, slowly descended all the way down, and said, "What the hell?"

Once the knife pierced the mound, there was no sign of blood coming out, and it felt soft. 

The man uncovered the large blanket, cursing under his breath, when he found three pillows there, far from what he had planned.

Meanwhile, Matcha was already standing outside, sitting next to Green, whose shirt she was now holding tightly, in an elongated hallway that she felt would be safer since there were still many people there.

Matcha's body was still shaking and panicking. So was Green's. There was still lots of sweat on their faces now.

"How is it? Tired?" Green rubbed Matcha's forehead. "What did you see? Suddenly asking to go out. What's going to happen?"
Matcha shook her head, turning to link her increasingly cold fingers. I don't know. "I saw. That person. The one who brought Dad here."

Matcha looked back at Green. Her breathing was getting louder. "I see, Green."

He was afraid. I was afraid that the target time board was right.