On the other hand, An Yue was stuck with Duan Yarong, and she patiently talked with her about various topics. The more she chatted with Duan Yarong, the more she realized that Duan Yarong was completely different from the arrogant and cold noblewoman she originally had thought about in her heart.
She did not feel a sense of distance from her, much less a sense of alienation as if she had been rejected by her. In fact, she inevitably wanted to get closer to her.
An Yue no longer grew so worked up and panicked like she had been in the beginning. She chatted more naturally with Duan Yarong. However...
"Yue Yue, Yue Yue…"
"Huh? What is it?" An Yue was snapped out of her daze. A trace of nervousness appeared in her eyes.
Duan Yarong cast a glance at An Yue and looked in the direction where she was looking. When she was greeted by the sight of a certain man's cold expression, she instantly understood what was going on.
