His sleep was filled with exhaustion and soreness, but Halueth woke up early.
Ethlando was still asleep when he awoke. He propped a pillow against the headboard and leaned against it.
As his consciousness gradually cleared, he remembered what Ylyndar had hinted at last night.
Although the old scars had healed long ago, they still stung whenever he thought about them.
Undeniably, he was viewed as a dirty and undesirable person in the eyes of the world.
And Ethlando...
He was so good.
He was so good that Halueth didn't dare to entertain any thoughts related to him.
Every moment felt like he was lost in a beautiful dream, fearing that this dream would abruptly come to an end.
He couldn't help but worry that even if heaven took pity on his dark and lonely life, it would never grant him someone like Ethlando, a ray of daylight in his world of darkness.
That's where it should end.
