章 208: The Idealist Heading Her Dead End - I

"Venna, have you ever beheld the sky of the Southlands?"

"Do not disturb me with such meaningless inquiries at this time, Ansel."

Ravenna, embracing her knees, gazed up at the star-studded night sky, her face devoid of expression.

After Ansel discovered her "fondness" for stargazing, she was occasionally compelled to join him for a leisurely stroll.

Although she initially resisted, after a few instances, Ravenna ceased to protest.

Ansel, too, was looking up at the sky, undeterred by Ravenna's words, he continued the conversation with enthusiasm, "The sky of the Southlands is not as blue as that of the Eastern Port, but it is very clean, extremely clean, always so clean that it brings a sense of relief to one's mind and body. Living under such a sky is a blissful thing."

Ravenna merely rested her chin on her hand, continuing to ignore Ansel.