Aster smiled while focusing his attention to these flowers. The flowers that bloomed during spring were beautiful, but he couldn't move his eyes from the fact that he spent his time in this garden alone without his servant.
Ramuja would follow him around with that dazed gaze. Aster noticed every glance that Ramuja did. When Ramuja secretly glanced at him whenever he checked on the flowerbeds, when Ramuja was dazed every morning in front of his door, when Ramuja was worried about Aster's health even though he was tortured a week before. Ramuja might do nothing other than gazing at him. But those eyes never lied.
'His eyes were so pure without hidden intention...'
Aster's fingers fiddled with white lily, he smiled, 'He is so pure, like this white lily.'
"Aster..."
