Meanwhile, at the Volkov mansion. Nikolai and Nikita sat gazing at the moon from her balcony, nostalgic memories of when they did the same at Nikolai's old apartment.
"Nikolai, do you love me lots?"
"Of course I do… but I love Selene and the others equally."
The moment he responded, she showed a slight pout, but it didn't last long. Instead, she threw her body at his chest, leaning on Nikolai with a faint smile. "That's good."
Nikolai said nothing back, wrapped his hand around her slender waist and stroked her brown hair. "Say, Nikolai, I hope you can treat the others the same as me."
He didn't understand why she had become so different. When they started speaking, her atmosphere and aura felt entirely different from usual, softer and more accepting.
Nikita resembled a hedgehog that refused to lower her guard in the past, always cautious about people around her.
However, the current Nikita lacked that sharpness.
