Yor kept working, her expression sorrowful as she fought back tears.
"What's wrong with her?" Camilla and her little clique chatted and gossiped nearby.
Clearly, they were very interested in Yor's affairs.
An orange-haired woman in Camilla's clique guessed, "She keeps muttering that she isn't a good wife. Maybe..."
Before she could finish, a woman with long black hair entered the office, documents in hand, and said flatly, "Morning."
The woman with short orange hair called her over. "Sharon?"
The scene shifted. Sharon was already standing beside Yor, pouring her a cup of tea. She sounded a little puzzled by Yor's question. "How to be a good wife?"
But Yor was already crying now. Yuri, where had all your harsh words gone?
"Are you two not getting along?" With coffee and tea poured, the girls gathered to gossip about everything under the sun. They seemed close and affectionate, but knives lurked behind their backs.
Looking downcast, Yor cupped her tea in both hands, unsure how to describe what she was feeling. "It's not really that!
"It's just..." Yor paused before continuing. "This is my first relationship with a man, so I don't know what to do."
After speaking, Yor let out a faint, almost imperceptible sigh right before everyone's eyes.
Twilight, crouching on the rooftop, heard every word Yor said loud and clear.
Up on the roof, a gentle breeze stirred Twilight's hair as he listened carefully to everything Yor said and analyzed it.
That listening device was one hell of an assist. Twilight looked incredibly cool as he crouched there and reasoned:
I'd suspected as much from her past relationships. Miss Yor really has never dated a man.
This spy had so much free time that he was crouching on a rooftop, earnestly listening to gossip.
Then Yor's voice