White walls, pale yellow lights, a row of metal chairs, the woman's smooth silver hair reflecting a warm glow under the light, adding a bit of brightness in Astrid's eyes.
Looking at Astrid's hair hanging down to her lap, Lyra lowered her head, her fingers gently gripping the edge of the chair, quietly waiting for the other party's response.
After half a minute, she heard the slight rustling of silk stockings and the clear and sharp sound of high heels hitting the bricks, the enlarged shadow in her eyes reminding her that the physical distance between her and Astrid was getting closer.
"Why do you say that?"
The fragrance lingering in the nose suddenly became much more obvious. Hearing Astrid's words, Lyra pursed her lips a few times and spoke in a low voice.
"The information that Astrid has previously known, if made public, will have a serious negative impact on Reneth's father, Viscount Cort, right?"
