As dawn approached, morning bells rang in the castle's bell tower, startling a flock of birds into flight.
Losa awoke to the sight of Prajna's pale chin; she was leaning against the wall, eyes closed in meditation, while he rested on her smooth, full thighs… Even from this angle of death, Prajna still looked beautiful.
He quietly got up, the blanket covered with morning dew, becoming much heavier.
Even though he tried his best to move quietly, Prajna was still awakened, though she hadn't been sleeping at all.
"Good morning."
"Hmm, last night Jeanne..."
"What happened to her, did she drink too much?"
Jeanne could handle her alcohol quite well, drinking as if it were water. If she didn't have such tolerance, she wouldn't be drunk at such a critical moment. Her character may be bad, but she definitely knows the importance of situations.
"It's nothing."
