Cyrus woke up in the middle of the night, suddenly feeling worried about Nathan.


    He quickly made his way to the master bedroom, rubbing his sleepy eyes.


    In the dim moonlight, he noticed therge bed was empty.


    “Nathan?” Cyrus called out, growing more awake.


    He switched on the light and found Nathan sitting on the balcony, d only in a thin pajama and appeared to be motionless.


    “What the hell! It’s the middle of the night.


    Why are you sitting on the balcony instead of sleeping?” Cyrus grumbled.


    In the cold moonless night, one couldn’t see anything, not to mention that Nathan was blind!


    Furrowing his brows in annoyance, Cyrus hastily grabbed the thick night robe that hung forgotten on the cloak stand and threw it over Nathan’s shoulders.


    It was obvious that Nathan was freezing to death already.


    His lips were turning into a shade of dark purple and his whole body was cold as ice.


    However, he only sat there, seemingly unaffected by the freezing temperature.


    If it weren’t for his asional blinking, Cyrus would have suspected he was dead.


    The more he thought about it, the angrier he became.


    “If there was an award for troublemaking, you’d definitely win first ce! What am I going to do about you? Can’t you do something normal.


    for once?”


    Since Nathan was blind, he carefully reached out his hand and attempted to touch the things surrounding him.


    He remained unfazed from Cyrus’ anger and stretched out his slender fingers in the air.


    “Is it snowing?” he asked, his voice hoarse and sounding weak.


    “What ?”


    Staring at the man in disbelief, he grumbled, “It’s three o’clock in the morning! Are you telling me that you didn’t go to bed because you’re in the mood to watch the snow here?”


    Ignoring Cyrus’ints, Nathan pressed on, “Is there any snow on the floor?”


    Cyrus, feeling ignored, cast an impatient nce at the gentle snowfall.


    “It just started snowing tonight.


    The trees are now coated in a thinyer, but no, not much on the ground.


    ”


    Nathan listened in silence, conjuring up a mental image of the scene.


    A rare smile crept onto his pale face.


    “Is it beautiful?”


    In the garden, the dimmplight reflected the flying snow.


    It was indeed beautiful.


    But Cyrus was in no mood for a beautiful snow scene.


    Sleep tugged at him, luring him back to his warm bed.Material ? N?velDrama.Org.