The sky was gloomy, and the rain poured down like a waterfall.
On the corridor of a stone house, a lean male, standing well over six feet tall, leaned lazily against the stone wall. A thin mist of water clung to his long silver hair, and his amber eyes gazed at the Little Female standing across from him with a look of amusement.
Ophelia was slightly taken aback; she hadn't expected him to reject her request.
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