"I look forward to seeing you again."
"Don't forget to think of me in the next plane, okay...?"
With that, he stuck one hand in his pocket, gave her a smiling wave, and took a few steps back before making a cool exit.
Heh. 'He was well aware of the lethality of his good looks. A vessel forged by the passage of endless time, more dazzling than a cosmic aurora. It was like a built-in skill, capable of bewitching anyone who looked his way.'
'Unless he was truly in love, others would only see him as the most perfect version of their own fantasies.'
Back at his residence, he was in such a good mood that he even hummed a tune.
The steward was on edge. 'I've served him for so long, but I've never seen the master so openly joyful. Is that what this is?'
'The master is happy, right?'
He didn't dare say it, and he certainly didn't dare ask.
