Hazel Night was entangled with Stella, the evening breeze and the midsummer lingering, and the ancient castle in the mountains glowed with an orange-yellow light, exuding an aura of ancient mystery.
In Rosie Scott's room, at this moment, abandoning reason and staying true to her heart, she only wanted to kiss him.
To swallow all his bitter words.
The Charles Anderson of the past should not have been someone so afflicted with indecision; how could he change his personality just because of a woman?
Charles Anderson's rigid body, the dead lake within his heart, at this moment, had countless pebbles falling into it, stirring up endless splashes.
She actually took the initiative to kiss him?
Doesn't this mean.....
While the man was still flustered, Rosie Scott suddenly pushed him away, as if waking from a deep dream, she dodged.
"You... you go out, I want to eat cake now."
