After telling the rabbit beastman whose name she still doesn't know, Renzille settled herself back on the cozy gazebo within the orphanage's inner garden once more.
Her gaze drifted towards the group of children gathered nearby and among them was Crane, his small figure gleefully devouring the pastry she bought, crumbs clinging to his rosy cheeks.
Renzille's gaze lingered on his joyful face, a small frown tugging at the corners of her lips as she observed his innocent enjoyment.
From her point of view, she could almost feel the warmth of their childish laughter and the sweetness of the pastries, the pleasant aromas drifting her way with every shift in the breeze.
However, despite the heartwarming scene before her, Renzille's features remained eerily blank, her expression showing a hint of emotion, but whenever Crane's wide, innocent eyes darted towards her way— a forced smile would automatically grace her features.
