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Sienna Thornton and Quentin Thorne are not the type to drag things out. Both having studied law, their minds work quickly and logically. She asks a question, he answers to the point, and gradually the misunderstandings dissolve.
When they left the teahouse, it was already dark.
The two walked out of the teahouse and strolled along the artificial lake at Serene Lake back to the old residence.
At that time, it was just the beginning of spring in Brimfield. The night wind was fierce. Sienna had rushed out without a scarf, and even with the high collar of her wool coat turned up, she still felt the wind skimming down her neck.
Her teeth were chattering from the cold. Seeing this, Quentin Thorne arched his arm close to her and joked, "Sienna, holding onto Daddy's arm might make you feel less cold."
She glanced down at Quentin's arm, feeling uncomfortable once more, and ultimately didn't take it, stuffing her hands into her pockets and walking quickly ahead.
