This evening is quite special, with those golden rays shining on his face, a hint of warmth emerging with each ray. She bit her lip thinking, would Atlas Hallow kill her tonight and bury her beneath these beautiful flowers and trees?
Thinking of this, she couldn't help but laugh at herself. Is she really overthinking it, wanting to turn into a ghost under the trees to scare him?
Like a Beast without footsteps, Atlas drew closer slowly, until he was behind the chair where Charlotte Miller lay. The beast-like brutality and rampant coldness on his face vanished in an instant, all withdrawn into his body.
He looked at Charlotte, lying on the chair, her closed eyes and trembling lashes, her ashen, snow-like delicate skin still devoid of color.
It seems that the miscarriage took a big toll on her.
