The first thing she saw was the tall figure of the man standing by the bed.
Summer Shawcross froze, and the next moment, a happy expression appeared on her face.
"You're back."
The man stood there without responding to her, and seeing this, Summer was somewhat taken aback.
When she looked up and saw the cold and somber expression on his handsome face, she was startled.
His complexion didn't look good, and his expression was much colder than usual.
And when she met his sharp and icy eyes, her heart tightened.
Did something bad happen?
Just as she was hesitating, a bloody scent hit her nose, and she looked at him with a bit of concern.
"Are you injured?"
"Just a minor wound," he said coldly, then suddenly turned around and headed toward the bathroom.
Summer stood there, her face full of worry.
...
Morning.
The sun slowly rose from the east, and the entire Narsus City was already slightly lit.
Summer Shawcross was still sound asleep.
