Delphine saw his disheveled appearance and heard what he said, knowing he misunderstood, her heart sweet as honey, but she hummed, "I was planning to leave, being scolded every day, I do care about face."
It was the first time Ignatius Leclair heard her coquettish tone, and without a word, he lowered his head to kiss her, from her fair face to her cherry lips, until the guide dog circled around them and the approaching Nicholas awkwardly didn't know whether to leave or stay.
In the end, Nicholas grinned and ran off.
Delphine petted the obedient guide dog, murmuring, "I thought you'd never use a guide dog in your life."
This man's pride was sometimes simply laughable.
"There are exceptions to everything," he said in a deep voice.
They were in no hurry to go back and sat on the grassy slope, enjoying a rare moment of tranquility.
