Galina tried to pry his hand off her body, but he had an iron grip. She failed despite trying for a long time, so she gave up and resorted to watching him sleep.
Without his glasses, his features were more pronounced. Perhaps he had many things to juggle so his brows were furrowed slightly and there was a dark tinge beneath his eyes.
Even when he was asleep, he looked like a gentle and cultured person with a regal bearing.
Galina stared at him, all sorts of thoughts racing through her mind. Three years ago, when they were still dating, he had doted on her endlessly. He would get so nervous even when she had the flu.
She remembered saying that she wanted to see the sunrise in Portugal on a particular Christmas night in the past. When she opened her eyes the next day, they were already
