A casual compliment, nothing serious, yet James Black heard it and inexplicably felt cheerful.
After a few exhausting days, the two of them went to bed early that night. Jane Sampson curled up in James Black's arms like a lazy cat, and for once, she even snored for quite a while.
James Black woke up halfway through the night, listening to her in amusement for a while. Eventually, even he found it funny, so he adjusted the head of the person nestled in his arms and closed his eyes again.
Early the next morning, Jane Sampson was awakened by James Black's kiss—though it ended at just a kiss.
"Good morning." Jane rubbed her bleary eyes and gently pushed James Black away. "You're so annoying~"
"Time to get up. Freshen up. I'll arrange someone to take you back to the city district," James Black chuckled softly, then hauled her out of the bed.
Opening the window, the outside was a vast stretch of winter white. This year's snowfall was even thicker than last year's.
