Tiana Thorne raised her eyes to look at the clouds in the sky, the beautiful sunset, with an indecipherable feeling stirring within her heart.
She could only sigh softly in her heart.
A storm is brewing...
As May Sloane prepared to wheel her back to her room, she saw Julian Ford striding towards her.
His lips always carried a faint smile, his slender eyes slightly narrowed, showing chestnut-colored pupils in the sunlight.
His lips slightly curled, with an air that was three parts alluring, seven parts elegant, and inherently noble, somewhat imposing.
May felt that no matter which brother of Tiana she was with, the oxygen in the air seemed to be sucked away, making her retreat humbly to the side.
"Second brother, have your fever subsided?"
Julian had already walked to her front, slightly curling his lips: "Yes, thanks to you, the fever has gone down, and I feel quite energetic now."
"Have a seat."
