The next day.
After the snow came a clear sky.
Sunlight sprinkled upon the thin layer of snow, its reflected light illuminating the dim and thickly curtained bedroom.
From the bathroom to the bed, there were puddles everywhere.
The scattered clothing on the floor painted a picture of the previous night's madness.
On the luxurious bed, the man's vitality was still surprisingly robust as he gazed at the person sleeping in his arms with a pair of captivating, peach blossom eyes.
If she hadn't just recovered from illness, he would not have restrained himself.
It was only when she was in his embrace that she revealed her true self, so fragile and small.
He gently twirled her fiery red hair with his fingers.
She must have known his feelings when she came to River State. Hence, despite the unease last night, she still surrendered herself to him.
He once thought that, aside from Forsythia Brown, he, Yigol Foster, would never fall for another woman.
