Chapter 107 Shadow Palace
- A drunken Milly was clingier than George had imagined.
- She was like a child without a sense of security, only able to fall asleep when she held onto his sleeve while he stood by the bed.
- Even in her sleep, she curled up in protective posture, and her brows were slightly furrowed. Her delicate face was filled with vulnerability and distance, like mermaid foam that would shatter with a touch.