"Alright," the sound of Silvanoir' wings flapping came, "if you insist on thinking that way."
As the sound of flapping wings gradually faded, the room returned to silence.
"Baby, Are you tired?" the Elven King's gentle voice came through, and then the bed beneath him sank down a bit more.
"No... I just feel..." Ilodyer turned around, and looking at the Elven King whose sitting beside him, "I just feel a little bit tired."
"Is that so..." the Elven King smiled softly.
For a moment, Ilodyer felt like the Elven King already knew everything.
He always seemed to have that feeling of "knowing everything," well, even if he didn't show it, others would still think so, Ilodyer thought.
Even many wise men and scholars in the world didn't know what he almost knew, so how long could he hide those little secrets in his heart?
Of course, if he didn't want to know, it was another matter.
