"Such a good view would be wasted without wine," she said leisurely. "Shall we drink?"
Prince Kael lifted the wine cup and handed it to her.
She accepted it, her gaze lingering on his face for a moment. She did not know whether he had prepared all this because he guessed her mood tonight—but if he had, then this man truly had a heart that was far more delicate than she had imagined.
Tonight, she had severed all ties with her past.
Tonight, she had nowhere to return.
And tonight… she desperately wanted to lose herself just a little.
They drank beneath the Apple blossoms, the moonlight reflecting in their cups. Neither spoke of the past. Neither mentioned the wounds hidden in their hearts.
They only talked of trivial things—teasing, laughter, idle chatter about the world.
The wine slowly warmed her bones.
