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In the dimly lit room of the village chief's house, Leon slowly awakened amidst a haze of confusion.
His head throbbed as if it had been struck by a heavy hammer, and the scene before him was a blur.
Instinctively, he tried to raise his hand to touch his forehead, only to be met with a sharp pain radiating from his arm, causing him to gasp in discomfort.
As his consciousness gradually cleared, Leon began to recall that bloody night.
He remembered being consumed by jealousy, sword in hand, recklessly charging at Oliver.
A wave of regret washed over him, piercing his heart like a thousand needles.
"What have I done..." he murmured, his voice hoarse and weak.
At that moment, the door creaked open, and Alice entered with a bowl of medicinal soup.
Upon seeing Leon awake, a flicker of surprise crossed her eyes, quickly replaced by a complex mix of emotions.
"Leon, you’re finally awake," Alice said softly, her voice tinged with fatigue and relief.
Leon lifted his head, and the moment he saw Alice, a whirlwind of feelings surged within him.
He wanted to say something but found his throat constricted, unable to produce any sound. Instead, he could only look at Alice with eyes full of guilt, silently pleading for her forgiveness.
Alice approached the bedside and set the bowl of soup on the table beside him. "Drink some medicine; it will help your injuries."
Her tone was calm, yet it conveyed an indescribable tenderness that resonated deeply within Leon.
In this dark moment, Alice's tenderness was like the warm sun of winter, shining into his cold heart.
Leon struggled to sit up and took the bowl of medicine that Alice handed him.
His hand trembled slightly, nearly spilling the bowl. Seeing this, Alice gently grasped his hand to steady the medicine.
"Be careful," she said softly.
Leon drank the medicinal soup, and the guilt in his heart grew stronger.
"Alice, I'm sorry... I..." He finally spoke, his voice laced with a hint of tears.
Alice shook her head slightly, tears shimmering in her eyes.
"Leon, why did you do this? Do you know how sad I am?" Her voice quivered, causing Leon's heart to ache as if it were being torn apart.
Leon lowered his head, unable to meet Alice's gaze.
"It's all because of my jealousy. I saw you with Oliver, and I... I couldn't control myself," he said painfully, gripping the bed sheets tightly.
Just then, Oliver walked in. Upon seeing Leon awake, his expression changed slightly but quickly returned to calm.
"Leon, you're awake," he said in a flat tone, devoid of emotion.
Leon lifted his head to look at Oliver, filled with guilt.
"Oliver, I'm sorry. I... I was wrong." His voice was weak, yet filled with sincerity.
Oliver approached the bedside, looking at Leon with a complex expression. "Leon, I hope you can reflect on your actions. You nearly destroyed our lives and almost ruined yourself." His tone was serious, but there was a hint of helplessness.
In the days that followed, Leon gradually recovered under the care of Alice and Oliver. However, his heart remained unsettled.
Every day, he reflected on his mistakes, trying to make amends for what he had done.
One day, Leon sat alone in the yard, staring blankly at the sky.
Alice walked over and sat beside him.
"Leon, what are you thinking about?" she asked softly.
Leon turned to look at Alice, his eyes filled with gratitude and guilt.
"Alice, I've been thinking about how I can make up for my mistakes. I know I've hurt you and Oliver, as well as the entire village."
Alice gently took Leon's hand and said, "Leon, let the past be the past. What matters is that you recognize your mistakes and can start anew."
Her gaze was filled with warmth and encouragement, giving Leon a glimmer of hope.
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