Kapitel 422: First love will always be messy, no matter how it ends

"Why is a bride so busy going here and there?" Zia puffed her cheek, still fuming as we strolled into the forest to visit Vrida.

Be it last night when I broke the news, at breakfast, and even as we had our morning stroll, Zia did not stop protesting. I let her be, though; it was nice hearing someone other than Natha show how much they wanted me to be around.

She also kept holding onto my sleeve, as if worried I might suddenly teleport somewhere without telling her. How cute. At this point, she felt more like a younger sister--even though she was technically older than me.

"Isn't a bride originally supposed to be busy, anyway?" I responded with a laugh, taking her hand as we went through a bit of a hike. "Preparing this and that, going around purchasing stuff--compared to them, I was just lounging around waiting for fitting and listening to all kinds of progress."