The door opened, and the man lying on the bed looking at the ceiling moved his eyes. He thought it was Miles or someone else, and he didn't look until the person who came in didn't say anything for a long time.
The breathing sound was different from the man's heavy, and the footsteps were light and inaudible. The girl was still barefoot, and the floor was a little purple from the cold. Now she stepped on the carpet and still couldn't restore her usual whiteness.
Narcissus supported himself on the bed with his hands. The gauze on his neck was very conspicuous, and his slender and handsome eyes were still red.
There was a large floor-to-ceiling mirror next to him, and his figure was completely wrapped in it. If you didn't pay attention, you would think it was a painting that was already h
