Wendy's room is a small one room. Wendy makes sit her on the bed and boils water in her kitchen. Wendy told her to burrow into her blanket and rest, but she didn't.

“Would you like some milk in your tea? What about sugar?”
“I don't need either. I'll be right back.”

It's still little dark outside that the sun hasn't finished rising. The lighting in Wendy's room was warm color, but her complexion was still pale.
The water in the pot boiled, and Wendy poured a cup of tea into it.
As she took a sip of the warm tea, her complexion seemed to make her feel better.

“Are you feeling better?”
“It's not bad from when we met.”

Wendy chuckles at her stubborn attitude and glumly face.

“You are lying. Your complexion looks a little better than before.”

As she takes a sip, two sips of tea, her cheeks look red little by little.
Wendy touches her cheek which looks likes warm up. But in spite of her somewhat improved complexion, her cheeks was cold.

“Are you always like this? You look so pale I thought you were going to die.”
“... how good it would be if I can die.”

She whispered in a very, very small voice. Her expression was so heartbreaking that Wendy grabbed both sides of her cheeks.

“You have any disease?”

When Wendy makes looking straight into her eyes, she smiles like she's about to cry.

“How good it would have been if it was just a disease. In my case, it's not a disease, but a natural one since