Chapter 449

Light showered through the window and illuminated Jeanette’s profile.

It shrouded her in its marigold hue as the color of the sun reflected off her cheeks like an aureole. She had a sharp, delicate chin—it was as chiseled as her tall, defined nose. Her snow-fair skin was so lustrous that at times, one might mistake it as being transparent altogether, especially since one could also peer a little into the vague, rosy bloodstreams hiding coyly under her skin when the light was just right. When sh