The midday sun was bright, and the sea breeze was gentle, not too chilly.
Charlotte Allison sat down with her long cloak wrapped around her, and seeing the dishes in front of her, she knew it was Lucas Quinn who had made them.
"Have some soup first," he served her the soup.
"Okay," Charlotte sipped the soup while looking at Lucas Quinn.
His bangs were down, and he was dressed casually, looking just as bright and sunny as before, resembling a naive college student who hadn't yet stepped into society.
Seeing her gaze, he showed a clean and obedient smile.
"Sister, why are you looking at me like that?" he asked gently.
"Your identity is fake, so is your age also fake?" At the banquet, he certainly didn't look like a college student.
"Yep." Lucas Quinn responded, adding, "Tomorrow, I will be twenty-four."
Charlotte: ...
