บท 68: || Chapter 65 || Fire In The Cold Night

"Ugh... "

Moulin's exhausted figure fell on his soft bed. His eyes stared dazedly at the ceiling. Although his body was drained of energy for completing all his tasks, he didn't feel satisfied. In the end, he was too busy to care about anything. His chest alternately rises and lowers as he furrows his eyebrows in deep thought.

The soothing light of the sunset caressed his cheeks gently. His hair spread out softly on the soft sheets beneath him. Moulin turned his gaze to the three windows. His gaze wandered beyond the crystal glass silently. The cloudless sky, painted with brilliant hues, signifying the end of day and the rise of the night...

Night...

Moulin's expression turned dark. A burst of irritation bloomed in his chest and he grabbed the nearest pillow and strangled it with both hands. After minutes of releasing his frustration, he threw away the pillow.

"Damn it... "