The pale gold princess dress was extraordinarily intricate, with a staggering five layers of cascading skirts since it was a winter gown. As she pressed against Shard, who was leaning on the sofa back, Shard could feel the layers of skirts and the decorations on the skirts:
"Always, thoroughly enjoy the Year-End Festival of 1853, my knight. I hope that every year after this, we can celebrate the year's end in this way..."
She bit her lip, leaning very close to Shard, with a glimmer in her eyes that seemed to pierce through Shard's soul.
Lecia Cavendish whispered:
"I love you, Shard."
In an instant, Shard felt as if his heart was pierced by the "Aikenora - Arrow of the Chosen," and also as if his whole soul was submerged in warm water during the cold winter. A lonely Outlander, in this world, found too much attachment; Shard couldn't find any words to describe his current emotions.
Lecia smiled at Shard's face, with an expression as if he got punched by Mia:
