After Noralia had fallen into a deep sleep at night, Noan didn't stay but headed to a familiar place.
Elara was lying on the bed, exhausted, with images from the morning constantly replaying.
She hugged a pillow and let out a long sigh, feeling confused inside.
Could she be that kind of woman?
Elara immediately shook her head, not wanting to think about it anymore, only wishing to find a way to leave this place as soon as possible.
But… did she genuinely want to leave?
Elara didn't even know what she wanted anymore. She tried to leave, but at the same time, she didn't want to go.
She sighed again, trying to push those thoughts away.
"What are you thinking about?"
Suddenly, a familiar voice startled Elara.
She realised that the voice wasn't as hateful as she had expected. On the contrary, some of her had hoped for Noan to appear.
However, outwardly, she pretended not to care and angrily said, "I warn you, if you don't let me leave, I will—"
