"Of course, of course."
"You don't believe me!"
"I do believe you."
"It doesn't look like it!"
Kyrian watched the interaction in silence, his eyes following the scene with a curiosity he made no attempt to hide. There was something strangely pleasant about the scene, something that made him smile inwardly.
The Gao Ziyue he normally knew seemed extremely controlled.
Even when she was relaxed, there was a natural elegance in her behavior, a dignity that seemed to come from her very blood.
But there, in that small tavern, she seemed different. Younger. Freer. Closer to the girl she had probably been decades ago, before the weight of the Sky Family became an armor she could not take off.
The masks she wore in the outside world seemed to have been left at the door, along with the cold of the night.
Kyrian realized that Tavian truly meant a lot to her. It was not merely a place to eat, it was a refuge, a place where she could simply be who she was.
