Under the silvery moonlight, Lyra saw the usually cold face shrouded in a faint shadow, a crystal teardrop hanging on the eyelid, causing the two clear red pupils to mist over.
Princess Astrid... cried?
In this scene, Lyra felt a momentary daze, even subconsciously thinking that it might be water from practicing water magic that had accidentally splashed onto her face.
But if one insisted on saying so... Princess Astrid's expression didn't seem like it...
Unconsciously raising her hand to wipe away the teardrop from the person in front, the liquid melted into the texture of the skin, warm and moist, also proving from the side that this teardrop did not come from some kind of water magic, but was an external manifestation of emotions reaching their peak.
"Are you... crying..."
Hearing Lyra's slightly trembling voice, Astrid was startled, then felt the skin under her eyes become slightly warm, the part pressed by the girl's fingers even more moist.
"..."
