His gaze was especially clear, drifting leisurely towards the direction of the Imperial Capital.
It was evident that he genuinely missed that house.
It was a small courtyard he had bought with the prize money from a literary competition, and it was also the cozy home Lisa had carefully tended to.
However, with the furniture Sif had sent coming in, Lisa always had a feeling that the room was too crowded.
Later, she finally understood that it wasn't an illusion.
Lisa felt a bit forlorn, but she quickly let out a sigh of relief.
At least during the time from Roland's parents' death until his fate was bound with Sif, Roland was exclusively hers.
Neither Sif nor Alina had ever had such complete possession.
Too bad that at that time, both she and Roland were in a bewildered state, missing the most beautiful moments together.
This is probably life.
Beauty and regret sometimes are dance partners.
