บท 543: Loss of Control

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Of course, even among the Nightingale clan, few had such beautifully lustrous silver hair as 'Bozo', and none of them were blessed with such clear, sharp silver eyes. Just one look at them had left her dazzled when she first saw him, and she almost couldn't believe it when she heard that the boy had come off the streets.

Weren't people like that the worst in the world according to her mother? How could they look so good, then?

Later on, once she learned that the boy was actually from their own clan, it finally made some sense, though the incident did make her rethink some of the 'facts' that she had taken for granted after listening to her mother.

As for Bozo… based on appearance alone, he did have the capital for being so arrogant, so she didn't really mind. Regardless of his previously homeless background, he could easily be a model or something, and earn both fame and fortune, couldn't he?