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On a regular Sunday, inside the well-respected Yang's family mansion, Lady Genevieve and Lord Louis came to visit the family of three with their little Zeirenne who was now two years of age--running around the green meadows while chasing butterflies. They rubbed their hearts from the sight of her precious soul--but upon gazing on the other side of the field, their hearts sank. Baby Jin was spending his time alone buried in books. They managed to pull him out of his own room to make him enjoy the outdoors more. But even outside, he still chose to be alone--causing his parents and godparents worry.
"He needs to start talking soon," Lord Felix said while taking a sip of tea. "It's not like he finds it hard. He just hates talking."
Lady Beatrice sighed before glaring at her husband. "Speaking from experience, huh? This is all you fault. Hmp. You're the one who started this cold-cold vibe in your genes."
