"Elijah, why are you here?"
The brown-curled Aber didn't look at anyone else but fixed his gaze on the woman in the black dress who was slowly being pushed out.
"Why can't I be here?"
Elijah leaned against the back of her wheelchair, her gaze shifting to look at Aber.
A blind woman + a cripple?
Yates peeked out from behind Aber.
Very soon, he was captivated by Elijah's beauty, finding her even more attractive than the most beautiful dancer he had seen in Milani—the cold, noble features paired with the subtly sensual black veil created an unusual contrast.
Such beauty, yet blind and lame—truly a case of Heaven envying a beauty.
But such imperfections added a vulnerability to the beautiful woman that wasn't naturally hers, inevitably stirring a protective urge in others.
Vulnerable yet noble, sensual yet abstinent.
To think such a creature existed in this world, Yates felt a flame rising from his belly, which he forcefully suppressed.