Logically, someone so cold should easily draw others' attention, like the frosty chill, you immediately sense that eerie coldness. Yet, Selyu rarely attracts notice; at times, he's cold like a dead object.
"Do you wish to dance with me?"
Selyu raised his head to look at him, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted.
Lorenzo shook his head, then muttered.
"And the next day's newspaper headline would be some goddamn strange news?"
Honestly, sitting here all night isn't bad, at least it doesn't draw attention.
But just as Lorenzo was thankful, a voice arose, and another man hurriedly arrived from behind. He seemed prepared to greet Duke Salicardo, but as he passed by, he sharply detected Selyu's presence, then greeted him with surprise.
"Didn't expect you'd come today, I thought you'd refuse the invitation again."
