When the white gauze curtain was lifted, the man could see that the sleeping little girl on the bed was covered with a smooth silk quilt. The neckline of the white nightgown was loose, revealing the little girl's white neck that was exposed to the air. The soft glow of the moonlight streaming through the tent window reflected off her pale skin.
The man then simply took off his black cloak and flung it on the wooden table not far away, just before laying down on the bed and comfortably settling himself beside the little girl. His heterochromatic eyes continued to focus on the slumbering little girl without blinking.
No one knew how long it was, but Venera woke up in a cold embrace. She cracked her eyes open to catch sight of a man's chest and found herself feeling puzzled for a few seconds.
"Vera," a man's deep voice called out to her.
