Under a tree in a quiet and dim garden that was located to the west wing of the de Lara mansion building and secluded from the illumination from lanterns that were lit up in the main front yard, Canillas let Joanna's hand go as he had to carefully put the two bags that she had prepared with a lot of care on the ground.
As the bags lay on the grassy ground that was slightly moist due to the dew, he turned to face Joanna before taking off his leather gloves and putting them inside his coat pocket. Subsequently, he placed both of his bare hands to warm her cold cheeks that were brushed by the chill morning air.
No words were uttered by Canillas, but a silent gaze that brought unnatural pounding against her chest.
Feeling her heartbeat become more uncontrollable, as if ready to leap out of her chest, when the eyes that silently shone in the dim light got more intense and unbearable in the tranquil atmosphere, Joanna said,
