After the band member and his mother got time off from René, Salle de Bal Brise's manager, the drumbeats reverberated through the air, signaling the start of a new round of dancing.
Lumian turned his gaze to Jenna, who stood by his side, and spoke in a casual tone.
"I thought you would offer him some comfort. After all, you know him well and often collaborate with their band."
Jenna, dressed in a stunning red sequined dress that revealed a generous amount of her chest, pressed her lips together and responded calmly.
"In that moment just now, what he needed wasn't comforting words but a release. Offering condolences would only worsen his pain."
Lumian scrutinized Jenna for a few moments.
"You seem to understand it quite well. Why do I have a feeling that you've experienced something similar yourself?"
Jenna lowered her gaze to her toes and smiled softly.
"A few years ago, I went through the same thing when my father passed away.
