All that remained was a deep sense of amusement.
That smile contained so many things the black swan couldn't understand.
Even if she fell into a trap, she couldn't help but be swept into it.
Thus, in the midst of repeated chaotic entanglements, Louis was first a cygnet, then a black swan, cycling endlessly until everything became a complete mess.
The highlight in the black swan's eyes was the first to fade.
The cygnet was not much better, following closely behind with dimmed eyes.
Louis watched the bodies of the two entangled together, falling to the sides as he released his hands, and looked up out the window.
Outside the window, birds were singing at the moment.
What surged into the body at midnight wasn't necessarily fatigue.
What splashed on the face in the morning wasn't necessarily sunlight.
Awakened from a dream in one night, he felt refreshed as he left the room and headed to the garden downstairs.
