|| Chapter 62 || Young Master's Very First Day In The Guild
The skies were dark and cold from beyond the tall windows. The sleeping figure of a youth laid on his bed vulnerably and the gentle light of the lamp by his bedside brought softness upon his delicate frame. His lashes fluttered while a crease appeared in between his brows as his fingers subconsciously clutched on his blanket. He shifted slightly from the discomfort while stuck in a deep sleep.
'Look for me... '
'Look... '
There was a strange ringing in his ears that refused to go away no matter how much he shakes his head. He mumbles in his sleep aware of the stinging pain in his head.
'He will return...'
'Hurry and look... '
Gritting his teeth, he could no longer take the pain the voice brought in each word that was spoken. With a gasp, Moulin abruptly rose from his bed. His mind was cloudy and dizzy as he held his head. Chest heaving and eyes shut tightly, he groaned.
"Ao?"