At this critical moment.
Aiven still harbored a tiny sliver of fantasy in his heart. When he opened his eyes, they didn't immediately look at the person lying beside him but instead stared intently at the not-so-unfamiliar ceiling above.
Wallpaper adorned with elements like tulips, knots, and swirling patterns, accompanied by a luxurious gilded ceiling.
Without a doubt.
He was now one hundred percent certain that this was Liweina's bedchamber! And the person lying beside him could only be...
Aiven already felt his mind buzzing.
Just as he was about to turn his head, with a sense of impending doom, to face the grim reality like a true hero,
he was shocked to find that he couldn't control his body at all. Even the act of just opening his eyes was merely the body's normal reflex.
With a two-second delay, his gaze slightly shifted.
