Jocelyn Yeager's smile stiffened slightly as he hurriedly stuffed the warm items into the luggage bag, his voice tinged with unease. "I'm sorry, I'll never buy these again."
Delphine nodded, glancing at the frost-laden scenic area, and said, "I know you mean well, but I don't like the feeling of the top of the food chain arbitrarily deciding the life and death of the bottom."
Whether it was an unexpected encounter in the Imperial City or a chance meeting during filming at the movie studio, as long as they were outside the reach of the South Islands' influence, Jocelyn Yeager would always find a way to "coincidentally" cross paths with her. His status was no longer as awkward as it had been in their youth; now he was one of the South Islands' admired Four Young Lords. Yet in front of her, Jocelyn Yeager seemed to forever retain the gentleness of the boy he had once been.
