The desert night was so silent, as if the entire world had fallen silent under the starry sky.
Claire silently sat in the carriage, observing the vast night sky.
The night wind blew gently, bringing the scent of sand and mystery from the seemingly endless desert land.
"I once read a book."
Claire broke the silence, her voice almost a whisper.
"Based on that book, we are wanderers, that is in the Middle Eastern continent language ."
Ethan turned his head, his smile appearing for a moment, but before he could say anything, Eliza spoke first.
"Really?" Eliza's eyes sparkled, interest clearly visible on her face. "I didn't know you liked books, Claire. Did you spend most of your time in the library?"
Claire was silent for a moment, Eliza's words reminding her of the life she used to live—isolated behind the large walls of the Duke's residence.
