Chapter 90: Lion King

When they reached the outskirts of the wooden cabin they would be staying at in Siberia.....

Wolfe wished he could hug his beloved closely in this frigid winter.

But the trees were silent, and so were the birds that flew by in the dim sky that has no sun.

And he could not embrace the man beside him because of his doubts.

He drank his hot cocoa, and remembered how he suggested to Leon that they have their honeymoon here. He now realized that it was a dumb idea.

How can anyone feel romantic in such a gloomy atmosphere as this?

Or perhaps, he wasn't wrong at all. It was just not romantic not because of the scenery's fault.

He watched as 'Leon' hummed to himself while preparing some hot cocoa for himself after a warm bath.

"That was a very long ride, wasn't it?" He smiled, setting down his cup.

"Your stubble is still growing." Wolfe merely said, sipping the thick chocolate down his throat. "Shave it off."