That same night, Noah took a flight back to Nihonburg.

The lights were still on by the time he made it back to his villa. The entire place was decorated with strings of Christmas lights, from the yard, to the door, and to the living room.

Gwynn was wide awake.

She was decorating the house while wearing an all-white nightgown. Walking around in bare feet, she was engrossed in hanging up the ornaments.

She looked so exquisite, as if she had jumped out of a painting. She might’ve recently given birth to Lorian, but it did nothing to diminish her naivety.

Noah looked a little exhausted from the flight. In fact, there was still a faint odor of Gianna’s perfume about him. However, his heart skipped a beat when he saw Gwynn.

At that moment, he was thrown back all the way to the distant past.

Gwynn was just twenty-two years old back then. She had accidentally bumped into him in a crowd. Some random folk said she looked like a spooked bunny.

She didn’t really know how the real world