Chapter 289: Girls Should Be More Reserved

The night was as still as water, and the summer sky was adorned with shimmering stars that emitted faint, silvery glimmers. The dim waxing crescent moon hung against the black curtain of the night, its light gentle, casting an ethereal haze on the man's face. He bathed in the silver radiance, and even his ink-black pajamas seemed to flow with a silver sheen, giving this ordinary sleepwear a new texture. Iker gazed silently through the French windows at the road lamps outside, illuminating the tree leaves with a soft, yellowish light. The lamplight cast a reflection of greenish hues on the leaves, providing the most soothing colors for the eyes. Green was the most comforting color for the eyes. A muffled sound of footsteps approached from behind, and even without turning around, he knew who it was. He waited quietly for the person to come closer. In the next moment, slender and delicate hands rested on the wheelchair. The figure reflected on the glass window was graceful and slim,