Outside the window, a monk was sweeping the monastery courtyard, the broom scratching on the stone floor, emitting a chit-chat sound. Despite the cicadas' summer symphony, it seemed to add a mundane vibe.
Waves of warmth, languished in this boundless border.
Yvonne Finley was fixating on his expression.
She wanted to discern the changes in his emotions.
But Caleb Baker seemed to have no significant reaction.
He maintained his languid pose, chin lifted, as the faint light streamed through the window lattice, and traced her face gingerly in that dim light.
For some reason.
The atmosphere seemed temporarily to stagnate here.
No surprise, no exhilaration.
He remained distant and indifferent, as always.
Yvonne Finley squinted slightly, emotions surged within her. She gently lifted the corners of her lips, revealing an inexplicable danger: "Any reaction?"
Moments later.
Caleb Baker slowly stirred.
