"Well," Mireya began, her voice carrying a mix of pride and warmth, "although this might come as a surprise… the handsome young man here is Yuan—my husband."
She glanced at him with a loving gaze, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush.
Kitsura's eyes widened slightly, her usually unreadable face giving way to genuine surprise. For a moment, she simply looked between the two of them, as if confirming she'd heard correctly.
'So it's like this…' she thought, letting out a slow breath. 'He is handsome—extremely so, in fact. No wonder my little Mireya has fallen for him.'
Her gaze lingered on Yuan for a beat longer, her lips curving in an almost imperceptible smile.
'And to think… even I—a woman over five centuries old—can't deny finding him attractive. There's something more to him… but what exactly?'
Her nine long, lustrous tails shifted lazily behind her, the movement subtle yet mesmerizing.
