345.Chapter 345

Before she knew it, the weekend had arrived. When Lyra woke up, to her surprise, Ronan was still at home, a rare occurrence. Still groggy, she blinked at him sleepily and called out, "Ronan?"

Standing by the window, Ronan was dressed head to toe in black. He wore a jet-black shirt and black casual pants. His expression was unreadable, his profile exuding a cold detachment. An aura of melancholy an