Chapter 1274 The next day.
After breakfast, Frank asked, "Charmine, how did practice go yesterday?" "Much better than the day before." Charmine then assured him, "Donât worry, Iâll practice harder. You only have to take care of yourself." "Okay. You'll master it in a day or two."
Frank's gaze became content as he spoke, his tone gentle like his expression, "Go and compete. Get a prize." "Your calligraphy will surely get first prize, Frank," said Charmine.
Frank smiled calmly, "It doesn't matter which prize you get, just try your best." "Okay."
Charmine wanted to assure him that she would be fine practicing alone, but Frank said, "I'll teach you the last lesson today regarding the movement of rush. This will allow the butterflies to fly and dance at your command." 1 "You need more rest,"
Charmine turned him down, "thereâs no hurry.â "It's okay," Frank waved it off nonchalantly. "Donât mind me, and donât get worried.
I'm fine."
He was not suffering that much; it was just that the frequency of eye pain had increased lately.
He fainted the other day out of panic, at the sight of Charmine about to go out alone to fight the wolves.
Charmine still wanted to persuade him, but Frank finally dropped his gentle disposition for the first time. "Listen to me-l know my body well. Iâm genuinely fine."
Charmine did not want to disappoint Frank. She looked at Frank and agreed, "Okay."
She helped him to get to the pavilion.
She spread out a clear piece of paper naturally, prepared the ink, dipped the ink, and started writing.
It baffled her that not even a single butterfly came her way, however. It went splendidly on the mountain; the butterflies even flew and perched on her hands.
As he stood by the side, Frank could sense her weight as he said," Charmine, is something bothering you? Did you fight with Anthony?" "No." Charmine looked up at him.
All she could think of was how to have him agree to get treated and how she could get Williamâs mother to agree to treat him.
She was unable to focus at all.
Frank walked to her and said, "Charmine, as I said to you, the writing needs to merge with the person. Calm your heart and don't overthink."
Charmine bit her lip and looked at him with her clear eyes. He seemed more stern than he usually was.
"I know, Frank," she mumbled.
Frank walked over. "Dip the ink and try again. Remember: no troubling thoughts." "Okay." 1 Charmine dipped the ink and tried again, but the outcome was the same as earlier. The words came off rather heavily weighted...
Frank frowned. As a thought came to him, he came toward her and held her hand from the back. He spoke gently with a hint of hopelessness," Donât overthink things. I'm fine."
The only thing he wanted to do was to teach her well. i His illness only grew severe, and he fretted that the next time he fainted, he might not be able to wake up.
He would die in regret if he failed to teach Charmine fully by then.
Frank held her palm calmly and wrote with her.
Charmine could feel his calm pulse, and it soothed her heart to fall tranquil.
As they wrote, the words grew more in shape, and butterflies started to flutter their way.
Charmine's eyes lit up. The butterflies came...!
So many of them had come, far more than what she imagined.
Frank sensed it, and he wore a faint smile.
All of a sudden, his body went soft as he fell backward instantly...