"Trill, you mustn't go,"
Viscount Harrington called his daughter's nickname sternly.
"Yes, my sweetheart, magic is very dangerous. Just sit quietly in your chair and watch the performance,"
Madam Harrington pleaded by her side earnestly.
But at that moment, Tracy was completely spellbound by the magician on the stage; a blush crept over her face as the idea of rebellion sparked within her for the first time.
She had always been under strict control by her father, but Tracy had a side that her father didn't understand. She longed for freedom, yearned for an unfettered life, and worshipped the brave women in the stories who pursued their true selves. She dreamt of one day being like them.
So this time, she didn't heed Viscount Harrington's words and instead lifted her dress and ran onto the stage.
Chen Lun disregarded the "murderous" look from Viscount Harrington and revealed a polite smile.
"What a brave lady you are. May I know your name?"
He asked with a gentle voice.
