"You are too calm, like a cloud that can secretly bring a storm."
Roxana stirred the jasmine tea in the cup, her ocean eyes glancing toward the black clouds that covered the sky in Aerilon City. Roxana's demeanor was so calm that Damian thought she was not human.
"I've lived through hell five times." Roxana narrowed her eyes as the memories started to spin inside her head. "That's why some bad rumors can't hurt me anymore."
Many pains and sorrows had repeatedly hit Roxana in her five lives. She, who used to cry in fear every time the bitterness of the world confronted her, now only looked at the rotten world with her empty gaze.
"Come back here." Roxana sipped her tea once, then looked at Countess Aerilon's carriage that had just entered the courtyard of the Aerilon Family residence. "My aunt has returned home."
"Yes, My Lady."
