Chapitre 685: Bitter Truths 1

"YAWNNNN..." The sound of a large yawn could be heard throughout the room as a figure slowly sat up from the bed, her hands raised up to the golden beam of light that illuminated her face. Seeing the gentle rays that danced in the air, she swiped her hands over them, a small smile appearing on her face when she saw how they moved around her hands, like little butterflies.

And slowly yet surely, the memories returned to her, causing her hands to be brought to a stop, and she slowly turned her neck to the side, finding him, a figure she doesn't know whether to be happy that he was there or not. His attention was placed on the book before him, perhaps not yet aware of her having woken up, but her eyes soon narrowed when she saw the cloth that had been wrapped over her, and the fact that she was on the bed instead of the ground where she had collapsed in the evening.