The window bore leaves that were thin to the point of near transparency, allowing the morning sunlight to filter softly and warmly into the room.
The entire room was filled with a refreshing and delightful fragrance of wood.
A gentle breeze from the balcony caressed his body, and there was also a faint knock at the door. His eyebrows quivered slightly, and his eyes opened unconsciously.
What caught his attention wasn't the Parriet-style furniture in the room.
But rather, in a nearby mirror, a reflected face with cool green eyes that couldn't hide a touch of confusion and drowsiness.
It was as if it wanted to keep people at a distance while simultaneously appearing harmless.
He sat up in bed, leaned on his arms, and looked around.
Soon, his gaze fixated, apparently because the slight movement of getting out of bed made the person knocking outside the bedroom take notice.
The figure with grey hair and golden eyes opened the door, holding the handle, looking at him.