Chapter 487 Chapter 48 Another Flame
The sunlight gradually dimmed.
Verafia didn’t know herself how she had been wandering aimlessly in Lichen until now.
By the time she returned to her dormitory at the academy, the night had already swallowed the day, and the twin moons gently cast their cold moonlight.
“…No one’s here. They haven’t returned yet.”
Verafia slightly tilted her cheek and said softly. Her long golden hair was dotted with soft moonlight.
In her raised golden eyes, not only was there no trace of light, but not even a familiar trace of Ig and the young girls remained in the air.
However, this was quite good… at least, she didn’t have to exert herself thinking about how to treat that abominable young man.
Although her previous communication with Anderdun was quite thorough, at this moment, the girl still didn’t want to face Ig and complained about him in her heart.
Suddenly, in the tranquil sea of spirit, a ripple suddenly stirred. Verafia quickly turned her golden eyes, her expression showing a hint of panic:
“Wait, Ig, and they’re back…”
Her slender heart was rippling with a sense of panic. Verafia gently bit her silver teeth, and suddenly a ripple of flame silently swept through the air, engulfing her entire being.
—With Verafia’s current attainment, she was confident that even if a Star powerhouse of the same level stood before her, they would absolutely not be able to discover her.
Not a long time. It seemed like a trace ignited in the night.
Following the rustling, and another unusually light and lively pace, the moonlight, like fine mercury, stained the figures of the arrivals.
Among the arrivals, one was a tall and graceful young girl’s figure, the soft moonlight like a thin veil refracted beautiful color differences in her frost-blue ice-crystal hair and delicate little horns.
It was Ophi… The other person beside her was clearly Ig. But, were they only the two of them…
Her golden gaze shifted slightly. The atmosphere in the air seemed to tense up with her slight inhalation.
Soon, the young man and Ophi arrived in front of the building.
“The Young Lady isn’t here… Has she not returned yet?”
It was Ig’s voice.
“Ah, it’s so late…”
Ophi’s frost-bright slender voice touched the air. Ophi tilted her little face slightly, her frost-blue big eyes gazing:
“Ig, didn’t Verafia leave a Flame Mark on you? Can’t you sense it yet?”
“Probably still cut off by the Young Lady.”
Ig’s voice was slightly annoyed and anxious: “Little Fei, do you think the Young Lady is angry?”
Although she didn’t deliberately observe Ig’s expression, upon hearing such a voice, Verafia couldn’t help but feel a slight sense of joy in her heart, and the corners of her lips curled into a slender curve.
Hmph, you idiot, you still know to care about this young lady, and know that I’m angry. If that’s the case…
However, such an expression was merely a fleeting taste. She suddenly shook her head lightly.
“Angry… yes, it seems so. Hmm, but she herself said she didn’t care… and said it so many times.”
Fingertips holding her long frost hair, Ophi tilted her head, hesitated for a moment longer, then pulled Ig’s sleeve with her fingers, her frost-crystal beautiful eyes gazing and saying:
“Um, Ig, Misaela and Verafia, I wonder what you think?”
In the moonlight, Ig remained silent and still: “Little Mi is a very good girl, I don’t want her to be sad. But as for the Young Lady…”
He looked up, sighed, and shook his head: “I just hope that the Young Lady is just temporarily unhappy.”
“Is that so…”
Ophi’s beautiful eyes, like frost-blue gems, blinked. She gazed at the young man, a light smile appearing on her little face:
“It will definitely be alright. Moreover, from what Verafia said a few days ago, it didn’t seem like she was faking. Hmm, perhaps she’s just temporarily unhappy…”
“Let’s hope so.”
Ig rarely showed a smile. He reached out and stroked the little head under the girl’s smooth frost hair, and then they walked into the room together.
“But, I wonder if the Young Lady ate dinner on time…”
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A pair of scorching gold eyes gazed intently, her light breathing condensing into a thin mist in the tranquil night. The smooth moonlight seemed to solidify on her face, and her slightly lowered long eyelashes cast shadows on her pure white skin.
“That’s more like it… This young lady wouldn’t care.”
Her cherry lips moved, and her murmured voice merged into the quiet night wind.
Not knowing how much time had passed, the girl’s lowered long eyelashes suddenly trembled. The footsteps of Ig and Ophi reappeared in her ears.
She didn’t deliberately listen, but the cheerful tone and pleasant melody still came to her ears uninvited.
“Invited by Misaela to her place, Little Fran is also there… Came back on purpose, wanting to find me… Hmph, deliberately pitying this young lady? I don’t need that.”
Her teeth gently bit her lips. However, Verafia felt a pang of sadness in her heart. Her long eyelashes were once again moistened by liquid, blurring her vision.
She reached out and wiped them forcefully. A crystal tear rolled down her flawless snow-white face. She suddenly laughed at herself.
“Honestly… I thought it all through, yet I still made myself feel so bad… Girls’ emotions are such a vexing thing…”
Ophi and Ig’s figures had long since walked away, disappearing into the serene night.
Verafia gently waved her slender hand. The cool night wind in the sky once again brushed past her golden hair, and the frost-white moonlight enveloped her flawless delicate body, making her feel as cold as frost and snow.
“Cold… It’s exactly the mood of a heartbroken girl.”
Verafia murmured. Or rather, it was a sense of loneliness she hadn’t felt in a long time.
She gently closed her eyes, mocking herself again in her heart. Then, her jade-white palm touched the door, and she gently pushed it open.
The soft crystal lamp light spilled onto the ground. It was as if Ig was worried that she would feel lonely and scared upon her return, and intentionally did not turn it off.
However, Verafia merely gave a self-deprecating smile.
Fingers brushing through her hair, Verafia quickly arrived at the spot where Ophi and Ig had paused.
What fell into her eyes were not only written notes, but also many exquisite and delicious pastries and cakes, as well as carefully selected beautiful dresses and gemstone jewelry.
She could completely imagine that after she left, Ig, along with Misaela and the other girls beside him, had carefully chosen gifts for her.
This was Misaela’s attempt to express her goodwill towards her.
“No matter what, whether it’s Ig or others, they still care about me… And, it was my own stubbornness that caused them not to find me before.”
Verafia knew in her heart that she should think this way.
However, as if unstoppable, another kind of cold fire ignited wantonly: It’s true… I’m insignificant. Without me, you can still happily go shopping and gather…
Verafia understood that this thought was not only paranoid but also unreasonable.
But—even though she hadn’t eaten anything since the sweet black tea in the afternoon and was now starving; and the exquisite dresses and jewelry represented the flawless and gentle goodwill of the silver-haired young girl.
A trace of cold golden flame ignited.
“Are you mocking me?” she said softly.
The purest gold was swirled with a crimson color, as alluring and dangerous as a rose, devouring all the warmth and the goodwill of the silver-haired young girl before her.
—As if reflected in Verafia’s golden eyes.
