The spacious room felt particularly empty; everything was silent, silent enough to clearly hear the sound of the cold wind outside the window, the wood collapsing in the fireplace, the slow ticking of the clock.
It was a comfortable and peaceful scene, nestled by the fireplace in winter, with someone accompanying you, even time seemed to slow down.
In the end, like the Silent Sea that dared not be disturbed, Lorenzo nestled in the sofa, watching the girl beneath the window.
The sky had already darkened, yet no lights were lit indoors, the dim light falling from outside, making it difficult for Lorenzo to see her clearly.
"It's been a long time since it's been like this."
Selyu suddenly sighed, with a faint smile.
"Ever since I became the heir, we haven't spent time like this in a long while."
Lorenzo pondered for a moment.
"You mean the time we were vomiting helplessly in the warehouse?"
