Just one day after three months.
The temperature has been rising lately, and the night breeze is filled with warmth. It's not too hot or too cold, and it's a very comfortable day. The garden fence is covered with roses that are growing wildly and blooming gorgeously.
Luna Collins lay on her side on the soft sheets, her jet-black hair spread out like seaweed, floating into the room from the window. The faint fragrance lingering at the tip of her nose made her squint her eyes comfortably.
She gradually became sleepy and put her hands on the side of her head, about to fall asleep.
Suddenly a hand stretched out from behind.
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