Lips tightly closed, corners slightly drooping, conveying a suppressed exhaustion.
The corners of his eyes were bluish, with a faint dark color under his skin.
Clearly, he was utterly exhausted, his heart cold.
Yet that female insists every time he returns, he must stay at her place.
She says it's a rule, a clause in the contract, not to be violated.
Her tone is firm, as if commanding a subordinate.
Rather than addressing a hero returning from the battlefield.
He dismissed all the guards.
Who would have thought, a man who strikes fear into enemies on the battlefield would bow down in this house?
His green eyes gradually lost their light, the once sharp pupils became dull.
The whole person reverted to that cold demeanor, standing in the dim corridor.
He raised his hand to knock on the door, fingertips just touching the door panel, but heard a noise inside.
Faint footsteps and whispers, as if someone was talking.
