Aesther took a seat in front of the golden harp.
Her soft slender fingers paused over the string as she closed her eyes. A small smile curved over her lips, feeling nostalgic.
She thrummed a string.
Aesther had never learned to play an instrument even though she was fascinated and mystified by the sheer power music can carry, and how it can capture and convey emotions without even saying a single word.
Noah let out a soft chuckle, "Well, well, we can't ignore that now, can we?"
Ezrahl pulled him away from the balcony, not saying anything as his grip became around Noah's hand and he took him away.
'It makes no difference.'
But Noah suddenly scolded Ezrahl in a deeply hurt voice, "How can you do that?! What if Aesther falls into the fountain!"
"..."
Ezrahl raised a brow, more baffled than anything at the panicked excuse. However, Noah still continued relentlessly.
