It had rained all night, and the osmanthus tree outside rustled in the wind.
For some reason, Beauty woke up unusually early today.
A sliver of dawn had just broken through the darkness when she slipped out of bed, her bare feet sinking into the plush carpet.
She padded over to the window to watch the wind and rain sweep across the world outside.
Pulling back the curtains, she saw torrential rain pouring down as if someone were deliberately drenching the earth with a hose.
The room was warm, heated comfortably, and she wore only a thin nightgown.
Yet, as she gazed at the downpour, she couldn't help but shiver.
The door opened, and Lucas walked in wearing a black shirt, no tie, the top buttons casually undone.
His cropped pants revealed pale ankles.
"Even though the heating is on, you shouldn't walk barefoot on the carpet.
The weather's too cold now—you might catch a chill."
