Chapter 17 I Heard I'm Not Good?
- Nathael paused for a moment and gazed at the woman in his arms.
- She had already fallen asleep. Her long eyelashes were slightly drooping and well-defined. Perhaps due to the wine she had consumed, her lips were rosy and translucent, giving her an innocent and harmless appearance.
- Nathael didn't know who those words were intended for, but he was certain they were not meant for him.