Chapter 254

Even on sunny days, the apartment on rue Joffre was eerily cold. That day, the rain continued, and the room felt even more damp and chilly. Because she was ill, they had burrowed under the covers, with only their heads exposed. She used to dread the damp, cold weather, but now, it made her even happier, because it made her feel even more deeply the warmth and haziness within the covers.