Sigrid's face looked peaceful and at ease, no longer as guarded as it was while she worked.
Her long eyelashes trembled slightly until she let out a soft breath.
It seemed she hadn't given herself away.
Sigrid secretly congratulated herself.
Luckily, she hadn't overdone it. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't have been able to use Sigrid's identity again.
Sigrid's little-girl status was incredibly useful. Whether she hugged Lanchi or clung to him, she never felt embarrassed. If questioned, she could simply say she still had a childlike heart, and Lanchi could only indulge her.
Besides, Sigrid's persona overlapped with her own in many ways. Sometimes, showing her true feelings while acting as Sigrid felt especially natural.
Most importantly, because Lanchi maintained respect and reverence for both her and Sigrid, he would never casually connect two different people. In his eyes, he never labeled others. Instead, he valued every individual.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Sigrid asked first.
"I was reminded of a friend."
Lanchi did not lie to her and answered honestly.
"A man or a woman? What kind of person are they?"
Sigrid asked again.
She was mainly trying to muddy the waters.
"A woman who's unbelievably strong, but insists on choosing someone stronger than herself as her partner. So she might never get married."
Lanchi smiled wryly.
"..."
Sigrid moved her hands behind her back so he wouldn't see the trembling veins on them. She tried her best to maintain her smile.
"Then can you help her?"
she asked with an expression of concern.
"How can I help?"
Lanchi picked up his water cup and took a small sip.
He seemed to find Sigrid's suggestion somewhat absurd.
"Marry her. Wouldn't that help her?"
Sigrid leaned against the sofa and said carelessly, kicking her legs loosely as