"Y-You've decided?"
Although she had been urging Lin Chen to make up his mind, the moment she actually heard his decision, she clearly tensed up.
"Yes, I've decided."
Lin Chen nodded, exhaled, and smiled. "You're right. I have to go. No matter which hat I'm wearing, I have to go. It's basic etiquette for Da Xia People."
"...Right, you're doing the right thing," she said, forcing a smile. "Then what are you waiting for? Go on and ask Lady Marcia about her husband!"
"And you need to pack your bags, right? You can't go empty-handed. You'll need a change of clothes. Go back and pack!"
As she spoke, she pushed him toward the door, the force from her small hands greater than ever before.
When they reached the door, she took a step past him, intending to reach out and open it.
Lin Chen's eyes narrowed. He grabbed her wrist, pressing forward and using his size to pin her against the side of the wardrobe.
THUD!
