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Clearly, Faye Owen was not in a position to answer any of Yves King's questions at this point, much less share a room with him. They went to bed fully clothed, no different from the days before their marriage registration. As for Yves, he didn't go down the suicidal path of inviting her to go to bed together either.
The curtains were half open. The weather was fantastic tonight, the bright and clear moonlight quietly sprinkling on Yves's face. It eased his restless heart and gradually settled him down. The cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth hadn't been touched for a long time, accumulating a good deal of ash. The light blue smoke swayed seductively with his gentle and long breaths.
