Five years ago, when she was just thirteen years old, at the border of Klievoria and Pliar, the woman now called L fell from a high mountain while escaping a den of demons. Falling so far after undergoing months of experimentation, she once again experienced excruciating pain.


    Over half of her ribs had been fractured during the fall. One was misaligned and pierced her lung. Her left wrist suffered aminuted fracture, her right leg a bone fissure, her pelvis aminuted fracture, and her abdomen was punctured by a hard stone, creating a fist-sized hole where one could vaguely see soft red intestines, bleeding... Covered in blood from head to toe...


    Even with her self-healing ability reaching abnormal levels, at that moment, she clearly sensed the approach of death.


    She was certain she couldn''t survive.


    Anger, grief, unwillingness...


    She couldn''t die, with the great vendetta against her n, an irreconcble hatred. Moreover, she had just obtained her freedom. How could she be ready to go?


    Clearly, those demons have not been punished yet but the smell of death filled the air around her.


    Besides the unbearable pain, the temperature was rapidly dropping below freezing, chilling to the bone. Her blood began to solidify from the extremely low temperature, making it even harder for her wounds to heal.


    The border between Klievoria and Pliar didn''t normally have snow because of its lowtitude but because of the tall Snow Mountain, temperatures in this specific ce were extremely low.


    In the valley, snow and wind floated down from the mountain, dense and white, filing her with a deep despair.


    Help... help me.


    Who could anyonee to her rescue? How could there be anyone passing through such a ce?


    Just when she was convinced she was really going to die, in her dazed state, she heard the voice of that man. "he''s seriously injured, take her to the nearest hospital."


    "Master Sylvester, she obviously won''t survive. Besides, we have important matters to attend to in this area."


    "Are you telling me how to conduct my business?"


    "No, I would never dare, Master."


    "Whether she can survive or not depends on her luck." His voice belied an arrogant, domineering tone, carrying a hint of coldness.


    But she could sense his disdain for the rules of this world. His words, looking back now, were a form of salvation.


    The girl struggled to open her other uninjured eye and looked at him. He stood in the night, with fair skin, defined eyebrows and eyes like stars, exceptionally refined. As the breeze blew open a corner of his coat, his handsome face imprinted itself in her mind.


    What an exquisite sight...


    She hated the cold, but he loved the snow.


    ...


    "What are you thinking about?" Sylvester''s voice came.


    L''s thoughts were interrupted. She raised her gaze and looked at Sylvester, who was looking at her with interest. Her soft hair had already dried.


    Sylvester reached out and grasped L''s chin, turning it from side to side, examining her carefully. "Can a Mutant without knowledge have thoughts? Tell me, little thing, what were you thinking just now, hm?"


    L lowered her head, blew air on herself with the hairdryer, and then showed a cheerful smile.


    She yed with the hairdryer here and there, enjoying herself immensely,pletely innocent and clean.


    Sylvester chuckled. He had thought too much. She was innocent, what thoughts could she have?


    He stood up and took the hairdryer from her hand, then lifted her up, saying, "Come, I''ll teach you how to use toiletries."


    Last night, after thinking alone in his study, he decided that he personally had to handle her education. He couldn''t trust anyone else to do it.


    L was carried by him, her legs wrapped around his waist, her small face resting on his shoulder, and her hands ying with his hair, while Sylvester couldn''t help but smile. He had definitely overthought it. She was just a Mutant, after all. If Michael saw this situation, his eyes would probably pop out of his sockets.


    Sylvester pondered for a moment, a sh of possessiveness taking over him as he walked with her to the bathroom and said, "Little one, only I can hold you like this in the future. No one else is allowed, understood?"


    Leaning her head to the side, L nodded her head to indicate that she understood.


    Sylvester raised an eyebrow and smirked, "Smart little girl."


    In the bathroom, Sylvester, for the first time, patiently exined to L how to use each item.


    "This is body wash, for washing your body, "he said while squeezing some onto his hand and rubbing it to create foam.


    L saw it, and with great joy, she grabbed Sylvester''s hand and blew, sending the dense bubbles flying towards his chest.


    As she watched the bubbles stick to his chest, L pped happily.


    Sylvester affectionately raised his hand and rubbed her little head. So adorable.


    "This is shampoo, for washing your hair. Apply it on your head."


    He decided against demonstrating this one and resolved to wash her hair himself tonight.


    Heter showed L how to use the showerhead. He had been startled to discover that she had used cold water for her bath the previous night but in that moment, he was relieved, thinking about what might have happened if she had used hot water.


    Concerned, Sylvester momentarily forgot that she was a Mutant and that ordinary burns would heal quickly.


    Realizing his own tenderness, Sylvester felt even more helpless.


    He looked at L, who was ying with the showerhead in front of him and chuckled softly. He murmured, "Quite fond of cleanliness."


    He let L continue ying while he walked to the bathroom counter and grabbed a disposable toothbrush for guests.


    There was no other way, they would have to buy her a personal toothbrushter.


    "L,e here."


    Upon hearing Sylvester''s call, L immediately let go of the showerhead and obediently hung it back, then turned around and ran towards Sylvester.


    She raised her gaze and blinked her eyes innocently, She knew she had probably gone a bit too far with the cuteness, but she couldn''t help but enjoy how it felt. She liked it, and he liked it too.


    Sylvester curved his lips and pulled her into his embrace, standing behind her to let her see their actions in the mirror.


    "Open your mouth," he instructed.


    L obedientlyplied.


    He raised his left hand to support her head and taught her to brush her teeth.


    Once finished, they moved to the wardrobe to find her something to wear. She grabbed one of his white dress shirts and began buttoning it up the front.


    "Oh no! You can''t wear that! Do you want to wear my clothes?" he asked her, smiling, as he reached out to begin removing it. She nodded, her innocent eyes glistening. "Heh!" Sylvester chuckled softly." Sweetheart, white is a bit transparent. What if someone could see through it?"


    L''s eyes widened as she pondered. So that''s why he didn''t want her to wear his white shirt.


    "If you want to, you can wear itter."


    At the very least, he should have the servants purchase some undergarments for her.


    L understood his words and ced the white shirt back in the wardrobe. She bypassed Sylvester, picked up a ck shirt, and returned to the dressing room. Herrge eyes gazed at him.


    Damn it!


    He had to look away.


    Sylvester left the dressing room and considerately closed the door.


    His face turned red in embarrassment in her ce.


    While L was putting on clothes, Sylvester heard a knock and opened the bedroom door. The maid stood respectfully at the entrance, holding the freshly cleaned clothes and underwear that L had left in the bathroomst night. "Mr. Gomez, the clothes have been washed and dried. They have also been scented with floral buds. Should I ce them in your dressing room?"


    "I''ll handle it myself."


    Sylvester took the clothes from the maid.


    "By the way, Mr. Gomez, the managers from various fashion brands from within Pliar and across the globe are waiting downstairs with theirtest clothes for this quarter."


    Sylvester''s expression turned cold. "Let them wait." He carried the clothes back to his room, opening a safe and cing L''s items inside before locking it.