"Who do you like?"
The man's smile on his face froze, "Miss Leon has someone she likes, does Miss Leon have a special someone?"
She hadn't planned on speaking about this matter, for although she liked him, he had rejected her years ago, and it wasn't appropriate to mention it. But looking at the man before her, it seemed inappropriate as well.
"It's the person I like!"
Yes, just the person she liked, nothing more. She actually used to like the color white the most, but at some point, after hearing him say that only girls in goose-yellow looked like princesses, and those in white looked like they were in mourning, she started to like goose-yellow.
After that, she became accustomed to wearing skirts of that color, and nearly all her skirts were in this shade.
"It doesn't matter, I don't mind!"
