Gao Ziyue carefully observed his expression, the way his eyes lit up whenever he spoke about that man.
It was remarkable how he changed when talking about Rurik. His voice grew warmer, his face softened, and his posture relaxed. There was respect, gratitude, and a deep affection that would transcend both time and distance.
She smiled, a smile that reflected the joy she saw in him.
"I imagine he's very proud of you."
Kyrian remained silent for a few seconds, processing her words. Then he answered honestly, his voice low, almost a whisper.
"I hope so."
She rested her chin on her hand once again, her eyes fixed on his face.
"Is he a mortal too?"
Kyrian nodded, a simple movement.
"Yes."
"That makes sense." She smiled faintly, an expression of understanding.
"You were born a mortal. It's only natural that the people who were part of your childhood were mortals as well."
She paused briefly, her eyes becoming gentler.
"Is he still alive?"
