|| Chapter 156 || He Won't Hurt Me
A few hours ago, when the morning breeze had brushed the tips of the long grass and caressed the feathery leaves of the trees, with a sword within its sheath, a man walks solemnly. His shadow, cast upon the dry ground as the sunrise brightened the sky.
He felt the cool breeze brush his face. He breathes in it. Relief seems to flood in his heart but he knew it was only momentary. Golden eyes seemed to glow as he gazes towards the small but ahead of him. Hadrian, with a hand on his scabbard, approached the small house where his injured subordinate stayed. Hadrian had awoken much earlier than Moulin. After making sure his beloved was comfortably sleeping, Hadrian left the house to head to the healer's hut to visit Ordan.