The sky of Chinston City turned into a piece of silk dampened by time, its colors gradually shifting from vivid to monotonous, with gold and orange slowly being replaced by dark blue.
The warmth and prosperity that were once present in the drawing room seemed to have been replaced by a thin layer of loneliness.
In the faint light, whether it was the large sofa or the exquisite coffee table in the room, the family emblem seemed somewhat dim. The red curtains on the windows swayed softly, carrying a hint of chill as the breeze entered the room.
The candle on the candlestick flickered in exhaustion, at any moment about to be swallowed by the approaching darkness of the night.
The three of them just sat in silence.
When Viscount Levin Chinston returned to the drawing room, Lilith had already vanished.
The steady Lord had the butler and attendant entertain Lanci and Sikder, while inviting Shaar for a walk and talk.
