As the New Year approached, every household was festively preparing for the celebrations. The woman he admired, however, was in this secluded Old Town, wielding a pair of scissors to snip waist-high wild grass.
Ignatius Leclair's lips curved into a faint smile. Amid the opulence and vanity of the Imperial City's social scene, she remained unmoved. Despite the boundless glamour of the Entertainment Sector, she showed no attachment. So this was Delphine Carter—at her core, still a pure and innocent young girl.
He could roughly imagine the tranquil life she had led for the first fifteen years, alongside that elderly man he had never met.
The man took a long stride and entered through the gate.
The wild greens in the yard were dense and overgrown. Delphine was considering using a hoe to clear them all when suddenly, her pores stirred open. The crisp and familiar scent of pine from the man behind her wafted over.
