The Mafia Professor’s Cruel Obsession
Wasn’t it?
Suddenly, her gaze caught a flicker of movement. A tiny butterfly danced through the cold morning air, flitting just in front of her.
A smile bloomed on her lips. Without thinking, Rosa stood up, watching it fly for a moment, then it fluttered away.
Rosa chased the butterfly with careful steps with her eyes focused on its fluttering wings.
A quiet laugh almost escaped her lips until her foot struck a hidden stone.
“Ah—!”
Her balance faltered.
She fell forward. Her knees scraped the rough earth and her chest hit the damp grass. A muffled groan slipped past her lips as her face pressed against the muddy soil, strands of hair sticking to her cheek.