Lucy Ansley stared blankly at the man, their eyes met, and a sincere openness lingered in his gaze.
The words "willing" were actually hovering at the tip of her tongue.
Lucy hesitated to speak them out, worrying she would become a burden and trouble.
"Just follow your own wishes." Henry Ronan lowered his gaze, spreading a spoonful of jam on a slice of bread, his deep, distant voice slowly resonated, "Inviting you to Zenith City was because I'm here too, I can look after you more, which is better than in some city where you know no one."
Lucy watched as the man placed the jam-covered slice of bread onto her plate. This attentiveness almost dissolved all her hesitations. "If I come to you, will it…"
Come to you?
Henry Ronan's lips hinted at an imperceptible smile, "It's not called coming to me, but rather, mutually looking after each other. When you arrive in Zenith City, don't worry about anyone else's concerns; you can do whatever you want, study or work, as you like."
