When the hands pointed to midnight, her eyes widened, as if she had realized something.
She tightly clutched the quilt under her, making her last struggle in her mind, trying to convince herself—
Fiona, since when did you become so weak!? This isn't like you! ... What's wrong with immortality and eternal youth? In a relationship, is time really that important? Does it have to be a hundred years, a thousand years?
No, if he likes her too, even if they are together for only a day, a few hours, she's satisfied, so why care about how long they could be together!?
"Fiona, are you really not going to give it a try? Do you really want to regret it!?" She knocked her head hard, reminding herself to cheer up.
Fiona took several deep breaths, and after a moment, finally raised a smile. Her conflicted heart had finally come to a conclusion...
She no longer had any hesitation, quickly got out of bed, and rushed out of the guest room without even wearing shoes.
