It was dusk, and the sun had set.
The sunset had already fallen behind the mountain peaks behind Lucas Walker, leaving only a large expanse of fiery twilight.
From Ivana Bennett's perspective, Lucas Walker seemed to be standing in front of that large patch of twilight, his wet golden-brown hair also bathed in a touch of red light.
A drop of water trickled down from Lucas Walker's hair, landing on his straight nose.
Then, it slowly slid down, lingering at the tip of his nose, refusing to fall for a long time, as if it too was reluctant to leave his exquisite face.
Looking at Lucas Walker's face, Ivana Bennett couldn't help but think.
If they had children in the future, they would surely be very beautiful.
With this thought, Ivana Bennett began to smile.
