Her lips parted in shock. A tear spilled down her cheek. "B-but you… you sleep on the f-floor."
The word "broken" hit him like a mace to the chest. He rose to his feet in a single, fluid motion, crossing the room before he could stop himself. He knelt before her chair, so close he could count the freckles on her nose. Under The Oak Tree Manga
And outside, the wind rustled the oak's branches, as if the old tree itself was sighing in relief. Her lips parted in shock
He lifted her from the chair as if she weighed nothing. She gasped, wrapping her legs around his waist instinctively. He carried her to the bed— their bed—and laid her down on the fur blankets. the wind rustled the oak's branches