Unlike the others, Ye Ting's embrace with Malicia was merely a fleeting touch, and they separated at once.
Then he saw the blonde, blue-eyed girl step forward, smiling brightly at him as though she, too, was expecting a hug.
But I don't know you at all.
"Hello, beautiful girl. May I have the honor of knowing your name?" Unable to discern the girl's identity or temperament, Ye Ting asked politely.
Then he saw the girl's expression change at once, turning ugly and aggrieved.
"Lord Sandor, you... you don't recognize me anymore," the girl said tearfully, throwing Ye Ting into a slight panic. "Clearly... clearly, we've met so many times before."
"We... have?" Ye Ting thought carefully for a moment, then shook his head. "Sorry, but forgive me for asking. It's been far too long since I left. If we truly met before, you must have only been a little girl then, right?"
"Mm, you're right. I was being too presumptuous." Her expression improved considerably upon hearing that.
"Perhaps you could give me a hint."
Ye Ting's suggestion made the girl's eyes light up. "Mm, let me think... I remember that every time we met, it was in the royal palace of Lordaeron, at banquets hosted by King Terenas... Your Majesty."
Ye Ting noticed a flicker of sorrow in the girl's eyes when she mentioned the palace of Lordaeron and Terenas.
With such an obvious hint, coupled with the girl's age, appearance, and elegant bearing, Ye Ting immediately guessed her identity.
"If I'm not mistaken, you must be Princess Calia Menethil."
"I didn't expect Lord Sandor to still remember me. That's wonderful." The girl was overjoyed when he spoke her name. Her gaze upon Ye Ting grew even more fervent, reminding him of the girl she had once been.
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