Could You Perhaps Guide Me to the Second Floor?

Chapter 105

Sophia's expression before the mirror, though it had not become as sunny and dazzling as the sun,

the deep darkness that had weighed down her graceful features had melted away as cleanly as spring snow.

Only Lucius, who had breathed alongside her all her life, could tell—a faint, soft smile.

That tiny curve hung prettily at the corner of Sophia's red lips.

Rustle.

Lucius, looking at the parchment Sophia was holding tightly against her chest, felt a strange curiosity.

'I wonder how he wrote it.'

No matter how much Cassian was the talk of the capital these days, there was no way a person's heart could be so easily swayed by a mere scrap of paper.

And especially not his own younger sister, careful in everything she did...