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... Leon slowly opened his eyes. In front of him laid a beauty, lying on her side, breathing in sync with him, closed at hand.
The morning sunlight spilt onto Rosvitha’s silver hair, resembling pristine snow in winter—pure and immaculate, making it difficult to disturb.
With her eyes gently closed, long, distinct eyelashes, and the absence of the usual sorrow on her delicate face, she appeared incredibly relaxed and content.
Gazing at the beauty before him, Leon unconsciousl ...
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