Fit For Your Love

Six months later, in Évian-les-Bains.

At a French-style building on the lakeside of lac Léman.

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The white curtains were half open and the French windows were open. The lake breeze blew in and the curtains danced with the wind.

It was summer, and the flowers along the lakeside bloomed one after another, fragrance spreading along with the wind.

In the bedroom, there was a woman lying on the bed.

Her skin was fair, her lips were cherry red, and her thick eyelashes were resting quietly. The sun shone on her face, and the tiny hairs could be seen clearly.

She was in a white nightgown with wide sleeves hung down to her wrists, and the transparent silk made her arms look thin.

Her hands were folded in front of her body, her closed fingers were slender, as quiet as her eyelashes.

She slept on the bed and remained in this position for a long time.

Suddenly, the wind was strong, and the curtains danced happily, enjoying the happiness brought by the fragrance of flowers and the lake breeze. The woman on the bed moved her eyelashes.

The overlapping fingers also moved.

In an instant, the light that fell on her eyelashes began to bounce like a pixie.

Olivia opened her eyes.

Her eyes met the sunlight. For her eyes had been in darkness for a long time, so they could not adapt to the sudden light and narrowed immediately. There was nothing in her eyes, so was mind.

Her eyes were wide open, like a newborn baby, as if she had seen everything or nothing was in her eyes.

Suddenly, crack--

The silence was broken and the bedroom door opened.

At this moment, it seemed that the door of the time and space tunnel opened.

Olivia heard the voice and looked over subconsciously...

A tall man appeared in her sight.

He was dressed in a white shirt and light grey slacks, standing upright like a pine tree.

He looked at her, and a glimmer of light gradually rose from his dark eyes, and then the glimmer increased with her gaze.

In the end, the dark eyes no longer seemed like an abyss, frightening.

He loosened his grip on the door handle and walked towards Olivia.

Olivia watched as the man approached her. There was no doubt, no wonder, no anger, and no hatred in her eyes.

It was as if she was looking at something unknown that she had never seen before, so she looked at it without any emotions.

There were no impurities.

Everett came to the bed and met Olivia's innocent eyes, which were purer than before. His pupils moved like a butterfly that had broken out of its cocoon. At that moment, its wings trembled slightly. He said, "Are you awake?"

He was asking her, but he seemed to be talking to himself, his voice low and deep.

Olivia moved her eyelashes and looked around.

They were all strange things, but they looked very comfortable.

Especially the lake breeze outside the window. She could smell the fragrance.

Olivia's eyes fell on the balcony outside the window.

From here, she could see the green mountains in the distance.

She even smelled grass and trees.

Everett looked at Olivia, at every inch of her face, not missing a single trace of her expression.

However, she had no expression. She looked at everything in the bedroom and everything outside. She had no expression at all.

She was very quiet.

If it was in the past, he would have been afraid when she was that quiet, but now, he was at ease.

Everything she revealed now meant that she had forgotten the past.

She didn't remember anything.

She didn't remember him hurting her. She didn't remember her hating him.

"The past has passed."

Everett looked at her soft and warm face shedding sunshine.

After all, the restless heart could not control. His fingertips moved slightly, and fell on Olivia's face.

Olivia's eyelashes paused, then she turned around and looked at Everett.

Their eyes met, and his fingers trembled on her face.

He asked, "Are you hungry?"