The atmosphere in the room, bathed in the warm glow of the lamp, slowly changed. The beam of light from the chandelier seemed to be a gentle embrace, melting away the winter chill in the room.
At this moment, the ticking of the clock seemed to slow, no longer a curse of time but a leisurely melody. The eyes of the girls gradually lost their cold indifference and anger, becoming understanding and gentle instead.
Under this atmosphere, both Sigrid and Hyperion unclasped their hands, breaking this deadlock.
Before their hands were fully released.
"Saint Heir, I didn't consider your feelings."
Sigrid addressed Lanci first, her voice softened by half.
"!"
Hyperion didn't have time to react. How could this woman change her face so quickly?
Hyperion immediately put her hands back on Lanci's wrist, seemingly wanting to check if she had injured him just now.
