I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

Duanmu Yan listened to Koleta's words and nodded thoughtfully: "By the way, Second Miss, about the banquet this weekend..."

"The banquet? What's wrong?"

He had wanted to ask Cantrela if she would attend, but considering the potential chain reaction, he swallowed his words and said, "Never mind, it's nothing."

This strange behavior naturally caught Koleta's attention.

She frowned slightly, looking at him suspiciously: "You wouldn't be thinking about that jellyfish spirit, would you?"

"No, no!" Duanmu Yan hurriedly denied, the potato on his fork almost falling back into his bowl. "How could I possibly be thinking about Cantrela?"

—Okay, actually I still have a little bit of a thought.

Koleta puffed out her cheeks, gently poked at the potatoes in her bowl with her fork, and muttered softly, "It would be better if there weren't any."

Wow! They didn't even invite me to dinner!

Suddenly, a faint glow appeared on the sound mark on the back of Duanmu Yan's hand, and Abu leaped out from it.

The little one fluttered down to the edge of the table, staring intently at the steaming pot of potato and beef stew, then looked at the two of them with a wronged expression.

Duanmu Yan glanced at it lazily: "When have you ever jumped out by yourself as soon as the aroma of food wafts out?"

“That’s true!” Abu spun around in the air, puffing out his cheeks. “But the ritual is important! It’s a basic respect for the food!”

"Alright, Abu." Koleta chuckled, reaching out to ruffle the little guy's fluffy head. "I've already prepared your portion. Come on, it'll get cold if you don't eat soon."

"Miss Koleta is the best!" Abu flew to Koleta's side and affectionately nuzzled her face. The next second, it couldn't wait to hover above the stew pot, revealing a knowing smile: "In that case, I won't be polite!"

In no time at all, the entire pot of potato and beef stew was devoured. Abu sprawled contentedly in the center of the table, his little paws rubbing his round belly, which trembled slightly with each burp.

"After playing all day and eating so much..." it lazily rolled over, "It's time to have a sweet dream!"

"Hmm, I'm suddenly feeling sleepy, so I'll go back to sleep now."

After saying that, Abu once again burrowed into Duanmu Yan's voice trail.

Duanmu Yan looked at the marks on the back of his hand and sighed helplessly.

When his gaze swept over the empty stew pot, he suddenly remembered something and stopped moving.

"Oh no, I forgot to leave some for Floro."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Koleta cast a resentful glance her way.

She slowly set down her napkin, the silver cutlery clinking crisply against the porcelain plate.

"Even now, you still think about her."

Duanmu Yan gave an awkward smile: "After all, we live under the same roof."

“That’s none of my business.” Koleta got up to clear the table. “This dinner was specially made for a certain fickle idiot.”

……

……

It was late at night after dinner.

Duanmu Yan lay back in the soft bed, a wave of weariness washing over him.

Today's frolicking by the water has exhausted his energy, and now even his fingertips are too lazy to move.

He closed his eyes, feeling the soft bed, and was about to drift off to sleep.

The bathroom door clicked open, carrying a moist, pleasant scent.

Koleta walked out wearing a silk slip dress, the light highlighting her youthful, graceful curves with each step.

She stood by the bed, gazing at the drowsy Duanmu Yan. The scene from the living room earlier suddenly flashed into her mind, stirring up a wave of jealousy.

"I'm clearly the official girlfriend..."

"We need to let certain people know who the real queen is!"

She bit her lower lip lightly, then suddenly lifted the corner of the blanket and sat down.

The slight sinking of the mattress made Duanmu Yan barely open his eyes, only to see Koleta leaning closer, her hair brushing against his cheek, carrying a faint fragrance.

"Cat's eye stone." She whispered in his ear, her warm breath like a gentle breeze, "You've had your fill of dinner, but I... I'm not satisfied yet."

"Second Miss, could we please call it a day..."

"No! This is to prevent you from stealing any food!"

"But Floro is still next door."

"I'll just keep my voice down."

……

……

It was around 4 a.m.

Floro lay quietly on the bed, her open eyes gleaming faintly in the darkness.

She doesn't need much sleep anyway, but she was unusually awake tonight—because the noise from the next bedroom was like an endless tide, constantly pounding on her eardrums.

She slowly sat up, the blankets slipping off her shoulders.

After hesitating for a moment, I finally pressed my ear gently against the cool wall—a rhythmic, soft sound, a suppressed sob.

Floro listened expressionlessly for a moment, then his lips finally trembled slightly uncontrollably.

"Four hours have passed..."

The girl covered her ears and put the pillow on her head, but after a moment, she irritably pushed the pillow away, letting the sounds seep into her consciousness.

She stared at the ceiling, her vision gradually losing focus.

It seems that I experienced a similar scene at some point in the past.

But now...

She suddenly felt a void in her body, as if some missing corner in her heart was yearning to be filled.

Even a numb heart still longs to bask in its own light.

"If that fool hadn't broken his promise back then..." she murmured to the void, her voice choked with sobs she herself didn't even realize, "If he had remembered those vows..."

The girl suddenly curled up, her legs unconsciously crossing and rubbing together.

Volume 1: Chapter 179 QQ Space

It was around eight o'clock in the morning.

Floro slowly opened her eyes, her gaze no longer hazy with the light of waking, but clear and settled.

The brief rest did not dispel the weariness between her brows—although this body had long since transcended the realm of life, a deeper sense of emptiness was spreading in her chest.

She sat up, and as her bare feet touched the cold floor, her fingertips unconsciously brushed against her heart.

There should have been something pulsating there, but now only a desolate wasteland remains.

What is (2) three 7 jiu (6) three er?

I've clearly grown accustomed to this unchanging solitude...

The girl walked to the window and gently opened the door with her delicate hand.

The sky hung low, with leaden-gray clouds pressing heavily against the distant horizon.

Thick, rolling clouds are gathering at the horizon, as if brewing some unspeakable storm.

The salty sea breeze, carrying moisture, rushed into the room, ruffling her dark green hair.

Floro squinted slightly, vaguely feeling that the gloomy sky was gradually merging with a gaping hole in his heart.

The next bedroom was already silent. She couldn't even remember when that long period of time ended, just as she couldn't remember when she drifted into a light sleep amidst her chaotic thoughts.

Only fragmented images remain deep within my consciousness—rapid breathing in the darkness, my own reddened fingertips, and…

She looked down at her palms, as if she could still feel the illusory warmth of last night.

A strange heat surged up her spine again, causing her to unconsciously bring her legs together.

"……call."

She took a deep breath, as if to dispel those inappropriate thoughts, and turned to walk towards the restroom at the end of the corridor.

The cold floor sent a chill through her feet, yet she craved a more thorough cooling—perhaps only biting cold water could extinguish this sudden, unsettling heat.

When she opened the door, her slightly flushed cheeks were reflected in the mirror.

Floro turned on the tap, letting the rushing water fill the small space.

The moment her fingertips touched the cold water, she trembled slightly, suddenly remembering that someone had touched her like this long ago—

It wasn't the intensity she overheard through the wall last night, but rather a forgotten midnight when someone placed her hand on their chest, smiling and saying they would keep their promise.

As the water gradually filled the sink, she buried her entire face in the icy coolness.

"That bastard."

……

……

Duanmu Yan struggled to wake up from his hazy sleep, his eyelids still heavy with weariness.

My fingertips fumbled on the bedside table for a moment, and the cold terminal screen lit up with a faint glow—it was already afternoon.

The faint fragrance of the young girl still lingered on the pillow, but Koleta was nowhere to be seen.

He sat up, rubbing his aching back, and looked at the terminal in his hand. There was a series of unread messages, all sent by them.

Phoebe: [Good morning, Mr. Duanmu. May today be another energetic day!]

Lupa: [Sigh, partner. The team's manager actually wants me to throw matches! Even my clan is hinting that I should agree to throw matches. What do these guys think of sportsmanship?!]

Yuno: [Blank, next time you come to Seven Hills, remember to bring me some new and interesting little gadgets.]

The last unread message made his fingertip pause at the top of the screen—

It was sent by Cantrell.

[Long time no see, little guest.]

[As you probably already know, the Fesari family and the Mortari family will officially meet the day after tomorrow.]

As the head of the Fesalie family, I will naturally attend this banquet.

[But I'm so bored here all by myself, do you want to come... and keep me company?]

[You might be pleasantly surprised!]

The words seemed to exude that woman's unique sweet fragrance.

Duanmu Yan looked out the window at the gray sky and suddenly felt his throat go dry.

For the sake of the second young lady, he should have ignored the message, but his finger involuntarily hovered over the reply box.

Duanmu Yan typed a reply on the screen: 【Surprise? What surprise?】

He was just about to put down the terminal to wash up when the screen lit up immediately. Cantrell's reply was so fast it was as if she had been watching the terminal the whole time.

Unexpectedly, before he could even put the terminal down, Cantrellella replied to his message.

Cantrell: [Hmm? I messaged you this morning, why are you only replying now?]

Duanmu Yan: [Because I just got up.]

Cantrell: [It's already afternoon, and you're only just getting up? What were you doing last night?]

What have you been doing?

Gankolaita went.

The straightforward answer flashed through his mind, but he shook his head vigorously to dispel it.

"This is too much."

He muttered something under his breath, finally replying with an ambiguous "Guess?"