Persephone and Christopher exchanged smiles.

Allure filled his eyes, accompanied by a faint sadness. He desired to hold her hand but retracted it immediately after lifting it.

The last thing he wanted was for her to hate him. It was wonderful that he could be by her side as good friends.

"Oh yes, how's your design project going lately?" Christopher changed the subject. "The professor has been rejecting it."

"It's for the Flower Festival," she replied, looking down. "I came up with a couple of drafts, but the professor rejected them. I was thinking maybe I should do a site recce?"

"You mean the fireworks factory?" He was rather shocked to hear that.

Although the fireworks factory exclusive for the royalty had high security, fireworks were gunpowder, after all. It was risky.

"Yes." She nodded. "I want to check out the site to hear the experienced pyrotechnicians' opinions. I might get inspiration from them."

"But you're the designer. It's unnecessary."

Persephone chuckled. "I've always believed that art is life. If design isn't connected to the world, it's nothing different than trash. The pyrotechnicians are experienced. They definitely know what kind of fireworks suit the Flower Festival best."

he agreed. "Let's spare

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figure standing at the bar after passing through a dim corridor. He seemed out of place

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walked over and greeted

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she joked. "I thought

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him, he would pull the moon from the

warmth—his whole world was given to the girl who was across

Rebecca was jealous. She was not born into a prestigious family. But did she not deserve love just because of

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