After our kiss, Aria's gaze shifted to the ring I had slipped onto her finger.
We were back in the real world now, no longer in need of illusions for her to see.
She had already witnessed everything—my past, my present, the darkest corners of my life laid bare before her. I had feared she might leave after seeing the truth, but I was relieved that she hadn't.
Aunt hadn't held back; she had shown Aria every aspect of my life, from my past to my present, from the joys to the sorrows.
Aria must have a general idea of what my family truly is, and I couldn't help but wonder if she was filled with worries and thoughts about them.
Yet, instead of dwelling on those heavy topics, all she seemed to focus on was the ring on her finger.
I chuckled softly as I watched Aria play along with my act, allowing me to pat her head affectionately. Despite the weight of everything she had just learned, she remained lighthearted, giggling like a girl in love.