A faint light filtered in through the partially open window, casting soft, golden hues across the room.
Jane stirred gently from her sleep, her violet eyes fluttering open like delicate petals after a storm. Her body still felt weak, but the warmth wrapped around her heart told her she was safe.
Then she saw him.
Kaal, sitting at her bedside, his white hair slightly messy, his eyes tired but gentle. He was watching her like she was the most precious thing in the world.
"You're awake," he said, voice low and soothing.
Before she could respond, Kaal leaned in and gently pressed his lips to her forehead, a lingering, tender kiss that made her heart ache with a warmth she didn't know she needed.
Her lips trembled. "Young Master…"
"Shh," he said softly, "You need to eat first. You've been sleeping for two days."
