After that, Irish soon fell asleep, but she still huddled in his arms while he held her tightly. Outside the window, the night was dark, and he could feel her breath with a faint smell of the fragrance of wine.
Looking at the woman sleeping in his arms, he was intoxicated. An unnamed emotion in his heart finally became clear in an instant, and a feeling crept into being.
He had never been so clear-headed.
Irish closed her eyes tightly.
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The warm sunshine fell on her eyelashes and nose and poured over her body through the curtain.
She was very comfortable, prompting her to sigh slightly.
From far away, she could hear the voice of a shepherd.
A faint woody scent suffused in the air, fresh and clear. She felt like she was bathing in the warm sunlight in the forest, and her sense of security gradually returned.
Finally, she was awakened by a yell.
