Hilveld turned around to open the blinds, leaving only a slim silhouette. With a 'whoosh', the sunlight seemed to be sliced into thin pieces, casting long narrow rays onto Fang Hong. It was noon outside, and through the window, a tall maple tree swayed gently in the courtyard, moved by the breeze from the lake, its leaves a refreshing green.
The small room's location within the Holy Sanctuary of the Commercial Goddess was unknown, but it felt tranquil and reassuring, as if detached from the world's hustle and bustle. Hilveld turned to him at this moment and asked, "Thirsty?"
Fang Hong felt parched and nodded. Hilveld brought him a cup of water, contained in a transparent glass pitcher that slightly dazzled under the sunlight. He instinctively reached out, but Hilveld stopped him and poured a cup to his lips.
Their gazes met, and Hilveld smiled softly.
