In the darkness, there was complete silence, but after a while, a pale-faced young girl emerged from behind a stone pillar. Affia nervously looked at her father, her hands clasped together so tightly that her knuckles had lost their color. She bit her lip, her eyes filled with worry and fear.
Barbaltan looked at his daughter, his icy expression softening considerably.
Yet his tone remained indifferent: "Affia, what are you doing here?"
"The guards said you weren't here," Affia whispered, "I guessed you came here to see Mother, Father."
"Looking for me, is there something you need?"
Affia lowered her head but couldn't speak.
Ever since meeting Fang Hong, her mind seemed bewitched, unable to stop thinking about recent events. She felt a deep concern in her heart, yet didn't know what she was worried about. In her confusion, she had come to this place.
