The room door was suddenly opened from the outside, and a slender figure drifted in like a ghost.
Step by step, it moved in the direction of the large bed.
The person slowly stood by the bed, gazing at the sleeping girl on the bed, a deep darkness like a marshy ocean in their eyes.
He raised his hand, wanting to touch the girl's face, yet at the moment he was about to touch her skin, he suddenly stopped.
The girl suddenly opened her eyes.
Black as ink, shining brilliantly.
Yet in an instant, they returned to a cold, deep abyss.
The room was unlit; by the silvery moonlight outside the window, he saw her bright eyes, shining with a cold, mocking light.
The expression in her gaze was so unfamiliar, so indifferent.
His heart felt as if it had been suddenly pricked by a needle, his fingers curled slightly before relaxing, the drooping eyelashes perfectly concealing the emotions in his eyes.
All around was silent, the night wind rustling through the treetops.
