At the same time, Lylia had also just returned to the city. She took a deep breath, feeling the air and warmth here, and a bit of comfort rose in her heart.
She looked into the distance and murmured, "I wonder if he's back yet. Maybe I should wait for him a little."
Lylia walked over to a bench and sat down. However, not long after she sat, a figure appeared in front of her.
"Neline?!" When Lylia saw the girl, there was no longer anger or hatred in her heart. Instead, she lightly patted the empty spot beside her.
Seeing Lylia's expression, Neline frowned and asked, "You don't hate me?"
"I used to." Lylia curled her lips. "But now you're his woman, I don't need to be angry with you."
Neline jolted at that, her face flushing red, but she still tried to keep calm as she hurriedly explained, "I'm not his woman."
"Heh?!" Lylia was a little surprised, but only a little. She glanced at Neline and said with a smile, "Then that's good. But soon enough, you will be his woman."
