"Yura," David called out as he approached her.
His expression was a storm of emotions—joy that could not be hidden, irritation that twisted his features, and just the slightest flicker of fear. After all, David knew exactly who Yura was. A woman infamous for her ruthless, uncompromising nature.
Yura turned only briefly, releasing a long breath that seemed to weigh down the air around them. Even the morning breeze appeared to slow in sympathy, brushing through her long hair, making it sway gracefully. For a moment, silence dominated the garden courtyard. The only sound that broke through was the steady tap of David's shoes against the tiled path as he drew closer.
It didn't take long before he stood only a few paces away, with Clarista and Fani trailing quietly behind him.
