May 11, in the afternoon, the sunlight was bright.
The golden rays pierced through the glass and transparent curtains, bright and gentle, the spreading warmth made one's mood light up involuntarily.
On the bed, the girl slowly opened her eyes.
Her eyes were bright and clear like the stars, her complexion like white jade, and her features were dignified and noble. At this moment, under the light laziness of the afternoon, she appeared exceptionally stunning.
Lying on the bed, Mathilda Ward gazed out of the bright window in a daze, seemingly still not fully awake.
After a while, a smile suddenly appeared on Mathilda Ward's face, "Keep going, it's almost there, it's almost over," the girl said, sitting up from the bed.
Soon, dressed in a blue outfit with a purple lace long skirt, Mathilda Ward walked out of the room, her gaze subconsciously glancing towards the sofa.