He paused for a moment, turned on the large light in the room, and as the light illuminated, the entire hall was as bright as day.
Norton Abyss saw Fiona Schmidt leaning on the sofa, her head turned to the side, facing the window, making her face indistinguishable.
He stepped forward, standing in front of the sofa, and finally saw the woman's face clearly.
Her face was pale, bloodless, her lips were ashen, her delicate and beautiful face streaked with tears, she lay back against the sofa, her petite body in a white long-sleeved shirt merged into the creamy-white sofa, as if she was disappearing.
Norton Abyss's handsome face darkened, his brows furrowed, he slowly sat down opposite her, deeply gazing at her.
He had never seen her so vulnerable, not even when she was severely injured last time!
With his arms resting on his knees, Norton Abyss leaned slightly forward, maintaining a posture, his black back like a lone tree, exuding a cold aura...
