She wasn't sleeping deeply, caught between dream and reality.
In a strange place, her body hadn't fully adjusted, so her sleep was naturally not good either.
Suddenly, Scarlett Yates felt someone watching her.
An intense gaze fell on her face, refusing to move away for a long time.
Such a strong gaze was pricklier than the burning sunlight outside, and even in her dreams, she couldn't ignore it.
Unable to continue sleeping peacefully, she abruptly opened her eyes.
"Ah~!" As her eyelids lifted, Scarlett saw a black silhouette standing by the bed.
Tall, slender, and lofty, yet exuding a cold aura.
The curtains were drawn, making the room akin to night. She had only turned on the dimmest lamp before sleeping, and its faint orange light couldn't truly illuminate anything.
The slender black silhouette was not clear, only a vague outline could be seen.
