Chapter 914

The gentle morning sunlight filtered through the room's window and shone softly on Vincent's pale face.

He awakened from his slumber, opening his eyes as his consciousness gradually became clear. Turning his head, he saw Rosalie sitting in a chair, her slender figure delicate and small.

She was asleep, seemingly having stayed by his side and taking care of him the entire night. There was a faint blush on the tip of her nose, and she was enveloped in soft morning light.

Vincent parted his lips, wanting to wake her, but his gaze was involuntarily fixed on her, and he swallowed the words he was about to say.

Her long hair cascaded softly over her shoulders like feathers dancing in the air. The sunlight streamed through the window, caressing her smooth skin. She seemed to be draped in a layer of delicate golden silk, making her features appear even more tender and enchanting.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she encountered confusion in her dreams. Sunlight filtered through her