A Gentle Glow

"Got it." Lucille moved and walked upstairs. The door of the room was open. When Lucille stepped in, she saw Joseph sitting on the small couch beside the bed, flipping through a book that was on her desk. His clean and slender fingers had defined joints, and they looked sturdy. Light shone through the window and filled the whole bedroom. The man's sharp and cold face was covered with a gentle glow. His picturesque eyebrows were still gentle, and his shining eyes were dark and deep, like the depths of a cold river. Joseph's gaze shifted from the page to Lucille. Neither of them spoke. There was dead silence in the bedroom. One could have heard a pin drop. Lucille could guess why Joseph was there, so she took the initiative to take the agreement from the drawer and push it over to him. She said, "The agreement is over, but the conditions that we have agreed on will not change. I'll cure you of the toxins in your body. Don't worry about that." Joseph stared at Lucille for a long time, and