"Junior brother, you don't have to be like this. It's good to make more friends. They are all experts. When I am no longer by your side, I will feel more relieved to have such people by your side."
Althea smiled softly, her voice calm like falling snow. She did not fear rivals, nor did she mind confidantes.
What she cared about—was Ethan's safety. His path was steep, full of storms and schemes, and even if she could not accompany him forever, she wished him surrounded by capable allies.
Ethan frowned slightly, a faint displeasure surfacing.
"Not with me? What did Senior Sister say? Home is not a prison. You can get out if you go in. If you really encounter any trouble, I will take you out no matter where you are."
His tone was confident, unwavering—like a sword that could split mountains.
Althea lowered her gaze, masking the ripple in her heart.
"Junior brother, don't think too much. I just haven't been home all year round, and my family is far away from here."
