Chapter 254
- SANDRINO’S POV
- On the wide, pristine bed, Zetian lay curled slightly to one side, her breathing soft and even. Her cheeks were faintly flushed, a natural warmth against the pale glow of the room, while strands of her jet-black hair spilled across the white pillow like ink on silk.
- For a moment, everything in me stilled. The noise of the world, the weight of responsibility, the endless calculations was gone.