When you open your eyes, the first thing you see is the wooden ceiling of Lake House.
Ellis felt something was pressing on his chest and his breathing was suffocated. He looked down and saw a head resting on his chest.
The jet-black hair flowed on his body, and the ends of the hair were pressed by his arms.
Ellis raised his hand. The head on the chest also turned around, revealing a face soaked in the sun in the snowy countryside.
"Are you too tired? You slept a little longer than I thought."
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