The commotion outside was like a fleeting moment.
On the way to enter the ballroom, the little swan was chattering excitedly.
It was only at this moment that Louis realized the little swan had gone to stand up for him.
Louis said helplessly:
"Are you so certain people will come to cause me trouble?"
The little swan snorted and said:
"A genius's instinct needs no explanation."
She really makes me cry.
The little swan even couldn't be bothered to hide her oddities.
It was only because Louis' diary didn't record this, otherwise, he would have realized the little swan's anomaly long ago.
But this made sense.
After all, the original owner was someone who, even if their face was swollen from slaps, would stubbornly smile through tears and claim nothing was wrong.
Being bullied was even less likely to appear in his diary.
A cold wind blew, and the little swan shivered, sneezing directly.
Louis glanced at her, took off his woolen coat, and draped it over her shoulders.
