Disbelief filled his eyes.
It was as if countless fireworks had just exploded in his mind, beautiful and bright.
'My wife... she kissed me. She kissed me first. Does this mean she's not indifferent to me?'
His heart couldn't help but pound at that moment.
Aeron reached out and pulled her into an embrace, returning her kiss. But that wasn't enough for him. He took the lead, shifting from passive to active.
'I'll work hard,' he thought. 'I'll make it so my wife can never leave me.'
The sash of a nightgown fell to the floor.
Clothing followed, piling on the ground.
The night was still long.
Outside, the moonlight flowed like water, and a gentle breeze drifted in through the open window...
「The next morning, it started to rain outside.」
A cold gust of wind blew in, and Nerida's eyes fluttered open. Barely awake, she stared blankly at the canopy above the bed.
