Cat Boss Restaurant's second floor, Talia's home.
The wooden-plank and slanted-beam ceiling was inset with a glass skylight, whose angle gave the living room the feeling of a terrace where one could gaze up at the stars.
On this silent night, sitting in her home and looking up made one feel as though they were bathing in the splendor of the Milky Way.
The delicate wood grain on the walls carried a steady beauty, while the warm-toned furnishings and decorations could warm the heart as well.
Originally, aside from a reclining armchair, Talia's home had only one chair in the bedroom to go with the desk.
But at some point, a seat had appeared in the living room.
It seemed she had bought it for Lanchi.
Now Lanchi had Hughberlian sitting in that chair, while he stood beside her.
Without Talia's permission, he would not touch her personal belongings, such as entering her bedroom or using her reclining chair.
Moonlight and starlight streamed through the glass skylight. Warm yellow lamplight lingered around the wooden beams and bookshelves, while the incense on the chest of drawers released three soft, layered scents: milk, magnolia, and distilled liquor.
"Miss Tata's home is so reassuring."
Hughberlian gazed at the starry sky of Ikelite and sighed.
Even now, whenever she recalled it, she still felt that if Talia and the Poet of Great Love stood together, they would be genuine twins.
Perhaps because she had spent so long with the Poet of Great Love, Hughberlian inexplicably felt a sense of familiarity whenever she saw Talia.
"That is the reliability of an older woman."
Lanchi said it with a smile.
Yet the next second, when the sound of the door lock rang out, the elegant, composed Lanchi instantly drew in the corners of his mouth and