Randa lifted her head and gently planted a kiss on Aubree Groove's smooth forehead.
Aubree was stunned by her words and remained silent for a long time.
"I'm sorry, Princess, I…".
"You don't have to respond," Randa interrupted her, looking deep into her eyes.
"You are a person with a holy soul. I understand that my love is a burden for you, even a stain. It's okay, let me love you from afar, and I won't cause any trouble to your life."
"You're not Julius Sutton, can you tell me your real name?"
"Aubree Groove."
Randa embraced her again, burying her head in her shoulder and deeply inhaling the unique scent of the young girl.
A lone tear silently seeped into her clothes, disappearing without a trace.
The one who should apologize is actually me...
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On the fourth day of February, it was the beginning of spring.
Spring heralds the rebirth of all things, and after months of gloomy weather, Inracetales finally welcomed a streak of sunlight.
