The sky above Qinsidun City had become a length of silk dampened by time, its colors gradually fading from vivid to monotonous as gold and orange were replaced by blue-black.
The warmth and splendor that had filled the Reception Room seemed to have been replaced by a faint desolation.
Whether it was the spacious sofa, the exquisite tea table, or the family crest in the hall, everything looked somewhat dim in the weak light. The red curtains on the windows fluttered gently as the breeze entered the room, bringing with it a hint of chill.
The candle flames on the candelabra swayed wearily, as though they might be swallowed by the approaching night at any moment.
The three of them simply sat there in silence.
By the time Viscount Levin Kinston returned to the Reception Room, Lilith had already vanished.
The composed lord ordered the butler and attendants to properly receive Lanchi and Sid, then invited Xia Ya to walk and talk with him alone.
Only the contemplative Lanchi and Sid, who was enjoying her leisure, remained in the Reception Room.
It was not until the sky had finally darkened that Lanchi and Sid finished the dinner brought by the attendants and, guided by the butler, walked along the corridor toward the guest rooms upstairs.
The two of them maintained this undisturbing silence for a long while.
The corridor on the second floor of the mansion was still somewhat warm.
Looking out through the large adjoining windows, only a sparse scattering of stars remained in the Night Sky.
"Sid, what kind of romance stories do you prefer?"
Lanchi finally raised his head and asked.
Sid thought for a moment, lightly tapping the air before her with one finger as she walked slowly.
"A romance between a young man and a