That Fawkes Peacock instantly got jealous, swinging his Fiery Red Feather Robe and squeezing between the two: "Luna, why are you only looking at him? I've got flowers on my face too..."
As he spoke, he shoved his handsome face right up close to Luna, nearly rubbing against her nose.
Luna couldn't help but laugh and cry, slapping him away, her gaze still fixed on Kian Sterling: "Come with me, I need to talk to you."
She turned and walked toward the lakeside.
Kian Sterling paused for a moment, unsure what Luna wanted to say to him, but his gentle smile never faded: "Alright."
Corbin Crowley's silver eyes narrowed, just about to follow.
Rhys Blackwood reached out to block him: "Give them some space."
He, too, had sensed Kian Sterling's mood wasn't quite right lately—though on the surface, everything seemed normal, nothing different from before.
But that subtle, almost imperceptible gloom, he couldn't hide it from Rhys' eyes.
