Bab 55: || Chapter 52 || Are You Lost, Little Doll?

It was cold and silent.

Within the dim-lit room, the faint light of the small lamp shone on the small figure curling on the bed in deep slumber. Night had come and the bright moonlight peeked from the curtains of the window beside the bed. Pink toes were exposed to the nightly air inside the room, curling and seeking warmth.

Laying on the bed, covered with a plain yet soft blanket, a particular youth shifted in his seep out of discomfort. His silver hair spreads out over the large pillows, glistening under the lunar light.

"Mmm..."

A sleepy moan sounded. Moulin's brows furrowed, his forehead creasing. Not long, his lashes fluttered open. Silver pupils peeked out from the thick rows of lashes. Moulin's gaze stared out in the open for a few seconds before he rose from the bed. His movements were unhurried.

He blinked. Where was he?