The Lord of Paradise's body stiffened slightly. He lowered his gaze to the young Rabbit Clan woman in his arms, his own arms shifting as he slowly pulled her into an embrace.
The entire room was clean and fresh, filled with her faint, sweet scent.
The evening sun streamed in through the balcony, filling the room with an indescribable warmth and tranquility. This was completely different from the place where he had grown up.
Yu Zhizhi noticed the Lord of Paradise hadn't spoken for a while. She snuck a peek at him and found that the Spider was exceptionally silent today.
His face was a little pale, his thin lips pressed into a line. His hauntingly beautiful, mismatched eyes were devoid of emotion, like a pool of stagnant water without a single ripple.
A Lord of Paradise like this was like a strange, mute doll. Yu Zhizhi wasn't even sure if he was still alive—
The thought made goosebumps prickle on Yu Zhizhi's skin.
"Lord Leader...?" she called out softly.
