At this moment, the forest outside had completely darkened.
Yet on such a mountain, it feels especially close to the moon, and the moonlight gracefully streamed in through the window, illuminating Charlotte Miller's face.
Her skin was so delicately fair that it seemed softer and more captivating than the moonlight itself.
Perhaps after having some food, her lips slowly regained color, looking all the more alluring.
This wasn't the pale Charlotte Miller he had seen earlier.
Perhaps even Charlotte herself hadn't noticed the tiny piece of tofu still lingering at the corner of her mouth.
Atlas Hallow couldn't resist leaning forward, reaching out with his fingers to wipe her mouth's corner, but Charlotte instinctively backed away until she was pressed against the coffee table with nowhere to retreat, freezing in place.
Atlas's fingertips touched her mouth's corner, gently removing the tiny food residue, as he closely observed Charlotte's flawless face.
