……This Is How Long It Takes to Dance One Song

Chapter 162

Inside the Rosenberg ducal family's carriage, racing through the night streets.

"……."

Elysia sat leaning against the seat, unable to calm her heart as it pounded like mad, and quietly moistened her dry lips.

No shallow word could possibly contain this emotion, which surged like a storm.

Her pale cheeks were still flushed, as though remembering the atmosphere of the greenhouse.

'I was so nervous.'

Elysia carefully raised her right hand.

The sensation of Cassian's large, rough hand threading snugly between each of her fingers and entwining them.

Its weighty warmth still lingered in her palm, searingly hot as if she had been burned...