Under the moonlight, Lilac Serval glanced at the boy beside her. She noticed a faint blush on his face, as if he were feeling very shy.
She smiled.
Unwittingly, this boy had already grown taller than her, and he seemed much more mature now.
When she had met him more than a year ago, he had just been working as a host in a bar—timid, introverted.
Actually, he wasn't suited for places like bars at all.
"As long as you like it." Smallie's face was full of awkwardness. "It's pretty cold outside, Sister Lilac. Let's go home."
"Alright, let's go."
Lilac Serval led him toward her car.
This place was remote, and the environment was particularly serene. The clouds in the sky were thin, making the stars shine exceptionally bright.
Slightly buoyant in mood, she turned to Smallie: "Do you know how to drive?"
"I'm learning. I haven't gotten my license yet."
"This stretch of road is deserted. You can drive, alright?"
"Sure," Smallie agreed, "but the speed might be slower."
