Aurora Blaine's posture, with her arms originally outstretched, was embraced by someone, as if she was waiting for his hug, without any sense of discord.
The man had a faint scent of medicinal liquid, mixed with a familiar aroma that enveloped her.
Aurora Blaine was slightly stunned, her heartbeat's rhythm disrupted.
The hall fell silent.
All eyes were on them.
At this moment, the man's previous aura of menace and danger had completely dissipated.
It was replaced by a tender affection, exclusive to one person.
Under the light, the warm glow enveloped them, with matching white medical gowns—not exactly identical, but of similar style, a type of clothing everyone usually avoided, but now seemed to create a couple's look.
White, pure and clean.
The way they wore it stood in no way inferior to any formal attire.
In the frame, embracing as if there was no one else, they matched perfectly, as if they were the true protagonists of tonight's engagement party.
