While the duchess called a servant to prepare the tea, a small drama unfolded in the adjacent corridor.
Xue Yin, tugging at her mother's sleeve, whispered, her face a mask of embarrassment and faint excitement.
"Mother… that handsome boy. Kyrian. I… I want him. I think I fell in love." Her cheeks were red like pomegranates.
The duchess looked at her daughter's expression, a mixture of exasperation and tenderness in her eyes.
She sighed, a light, understanding sound, as she gently patted Xue Yin's head.
"Haha. So that's why you brought them home. All right, my little fool. I'll help you as I can… but when the time is right."
"You still need to grow a lot and become strong before thinking about such things."
"I know, mother…" Xue Yin murmured, her dreamy gaze turning back to the door of the sitting room, where Kyrian was seated, holding the symbol of her family, completely oblivious to the adolescent heart that had begun to beat faster because of him.
After a short while.
