Chapter 115

Walking under the moonlight, Cyra looked up at the two full moons in the sky and took deep breaths, feeling energized and clear-minded.

Viktor poured water on the flowers, admiring their beauty as they bloomed. Distracted, his foot slipped, and he scrambled to catch himself.

In front of him were delicate flower beds, so instead, he gripped the hose tightly, avoiding crushing the flowers. While he escaped falling face down, water sprayed all over his face and chest, soaking his clothes.

He sputtered, spitting water from his mouth, and pulled his drenched shirt away from his chest to stop it from sticking.

Feeling uncomfortable, Viktor glanced around, relieved that no one else was nearby. He quickly peeled off his soaked top and hung it on the edge of the fountain to dry.

He shivered from the cold night air on his bare skin, Cyra found him like this when she walked in. The hand holding the blood to her mouth paused but it returned to normal.