Promises Beneath a Quiet Courtyard
Julian D'Aurelius smiled slightly.
[Forget it, I'm a magnanimous person.]
[Besides, it's not a big deal. It's just your nature.]
[A drop of kindness should be repaid with a life. Your character is indeed commendable.]
The quiet courtyard fell momentarily silent after those words echoed in Julian's mind.
Morning light filtered gently through the bamboo grove beside the pavilion, scattering soft golden shadows across the stone floor. A faint breeze drifted through the Tyson household courtyard, carrying with it the scent of tea leaves and old wood polished by generations of use.
Yana Tyson stood quietly beside Julian, her bright orange eyes flickering slightly.
She had already become somewhat accustomed to hearing his inner thoughts, yet every time she did, she still found herself surprised.
This man…
The Julian D'Aurelius the rumors described and the Julian standing before her now felt like two completely different people.
