The crimson blood appeared as if clusters of enchanting red roses were blooming on the snow.
The girl standing in the snow looked delirious, and her blood-soaked skirt twirled into another wild blossom.
"Sis!"
The desperate cries of the little boy tore a gap in the dark night.
The girl's body swayed as she slowly turned back to look.
The moment she saw the little boy, her pupils suddenly dilated, staring incredulously at her blood-stained hands.
She suddenly awoke.
Realizing what she had done, the girl screamed and crouched down.
"Sis!"
The little boy rushed over and hugged her.
The girl pushed the little boy away, as if fearing that the blood on her body would stain his clean clothes.
"They, they were killed by me..."
She trembled so much she could barely hold the knife, but then seemed to realize something, and looking at the little boy's fearful face, she laughed.
"But who told them to bully you?"
"Now that they're dead, no one will dare to bully our Ethan, right?"
The snow, like willows, covered the bloodstains on the ground again, and a few crystal-clear snowflakes fell into the girl's raven-black hair.
She looked up and murmured, "Ethan, this is the first time we've seen snow this heavy."
"It's beautiful."
She smiled brightly and warmly, slowly raised the knife in her hand, and suddenly stabbed herself...
Sis!
Ethan Sterling woke up in cold sweat, pursing his lips and sitting up from the bed.
Everything was extremely quiet; outside, it was bright and sunny, not a snowflake in sight.
It was all just a dream.
He closed his eyes and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
After a while, he looked down at Seraphina Redgrave, who was already asleep beside him.
She lay there with her eyes closed tightly, fragile and innocent.
Like the handful of white snow on the mountain peak, or the clear glow in the night sky.
Ethan just watched her, then couldn't help but lean over and pull her into his embrace, as if he had grasped a lifeline.
The fragrance on her body had faded a bit, so he sniffed very greedily and intensely.
After a long while, he finally recovered from the earlier nightmare.
The deep darkness in his heart was pressed down again, and Ethan sighed in relief, just about to let go of the person in his arms, but noticed something was off with the feel of his arm.
He looked down and saw that Seraphina's already loose collar had been crumpled by his grasp.
Maybe because of the tight embrace earlier, even the skin on her chest had been exposed.
He had never noticed before how her figure was so delicate and lovely.
Ethan stared at her like this, but soon snapped out of it.
Damn it!
He cursed softly, threw the person in his arms back, and retreated to the edge of the bed.
Was it because he hadn't been with a woman for too long that he found this little lunatic pretty and cute?
Ridiculous!
He stood by the bed, looking at the sleeping Seraphina Redgrave with anger and embarrassment, feeling unsatisfied, he reached out and pinched her cheek hard.
Just a substitute for coaxing him to sleep, not only dare to entice him, but also sleep so soundly!
"..."
Seraphina Redgrave almost gave herself away from the pain.
The precarious life in the restricted zone had long made her accustomed to staying alert at all times, waking up immediately at the slightest disturbance.
Ethan had been tossing her around for so long, how could she not be aware?
How exactly had she provoked him?
Suddenly waking up with a gasp, hugging her tightly could be overlooked, but now pinching her face as well.
Sure enough, he's the real lunatic! Why hadn't they thrown this creature that only pollutes human genes into the restricted zone!
Sleep.
Keep pretending to sleep.
Seraphina gritted her teeth and tried to keep up the act, but didn't expect Ethan to reach out and pinch her nose.
The feeling of suffocation spread from her body to her heart.
Seraphina finally couldn't bear it, and whimpered sleepily.
"Mmm..."
She pretended to have just woken up and looked at Ethan.
In order to maintain her persona at all times, she forcibly held back from resisting, just staring blankly at that mischievous man.
Those dewy eyes were utterly innocent, like a docile and gentle little deer, melting one's heart helplessly.