The pure white curtains caught the shape of the wind, swaying and revealing a room full of warmth.
The person lying on the bed fluttered their eyelashes a few times before slowly opening their eyes.
Those eyes were beautiful, covered in a thin mist that gradually faded away, painting a picture of poignant solitude.
She sat up, and as the silk quilt slipped from her shoulder, it revealed faint marks at her collarbone.
She lazily stretched her shoulders and neck, and Charlotte Allison didn't see the familiar figure in the room.
She checked the time and found it was almost three o'clock. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up.
When she came out, she smelled the aroma of food.
Then she saw that the curtains in the room were fully drawn back, letting bright, sunny light stream in.
The familiar figure was leisurely sitting on the balcony, with sunlight falling on him. When he turned his head to look at her, there was a warm glow in his smiling eyes.
