In this room constructed with wooden planks and slanted beams for a ceiling, the angle of the glass skylight gave the impression of a terrace that could reflect the starry sky at night.
However, at this moment.
Under the gradually brightening summer sunlight, the heartbeats of the two people inside the room had already exploded.
"Tata, things are not what you think,"
Lanci denied immediately.
"Not? You didn't just think about what I said?"
Talia, seeing Lanci's quick and firm denial, seemed to add a bit more anger to her tone.
"No, don't take things out of context."
Lanci's forehead began to sweat.
Talia could detect lies, and the more he tried to explain, the more confused it became.
"So you mean I didn't misread..."
Talia's breathing became rapid and shallow as she experienced violent emotional turbulence within.
Her cheeks also had a slight, unconscious blush, a physiological reaction to extreme shock and nervousness.
"Calm down, calm down, Talia!"