In early spring, the temperature inside the hotel was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight degrees Celsius.
Elaenor Wood wore a set of white pajamas, with the book she had just finished reading by her bed.
"World History."
She wanted to understand what changes had occurred in the world during the years she had been asleep.
Now that she had left Boulevard, it was imperative to integrate into modern society.
Luckily, Elaenor Wood was very clever.
She quickly learned to use the latest high-tech products like smartphones and computers.
"Let's be honest, you can't withstand my interrogation."
Elaenor Wood looked at the terrified Elwood Thorneycroft in front of her and shook her head, "I really admire the Saint Leader for having such a way with women."
A thin layer of ice formed on the hotel's floor.
Elwood Thorneycroft's legs had nearly been encased in it.
The bone-chilling cold made her tremble uncontrollably.
That cold did not seem like ordinary cold.
