Chapter 737: Self-Destructive Future

The Miller Residence in Truphis. The room, shrouded in darkness without the lights on, felt damp and uncomfortable due to its wooden structure, especially in the winter when it was prone to dampness. It was a place so wretched that it could hardly compare to a prison cell. In this freezing season, living in such an environment was undoubtedly a dual torment, both mentally and physically. Yet, when Gracie arrived, she found the man in the room leisurely sitting on the bed playing the harmonica. The melodious tune accompanied by the northern wind drifted into her ears, evoking thoughts of a cheerful summer campus filled with the sweet scent of love. As the door opened, a beam of light from outside fell upon the man's face, revealing a countenance so delicate and beautiful that it would put any woman to shame, with an excessively pale complexion that seemed devoid of any color. He was dressed in a thin white robe, with a dark purple stain adorning the left side of his chest, blooming l