She had always been harsh and cold toward him.  

Not once had she shown even a hint of affection.  

That was fine.  

She treated everyone the same way.  

She kept her distance equally from all. But if anyone could claim to have gotten the closest to her, it would undoubtedly be him.  

There are countless personalities and relationships in the world.  

So, wouldn’t it make sense that the forms of affection would be just as diverse?  

That’s what he believed.  

He believed that he held the most important place in her heart.  

He convinced himself that the cold and sharp attitude she showed him was her unique way of expressing affection.  

He could still vividly remember the first moment she allowed him close.  

It had been a day when her mood seemed unusually good.  

The closer he tried to approach her, the more she would retreat. Yet, when he stayed still, he could remain by her side indefinitely.  

Even when she turned away indifferently, her ears were clearly listening to him.  

She might leave as if nothing had happened, but when he called her name, she would turn and look back.  

That was undoubtedly the deepest connection they could share.  

It was the closest distance she could allow anyone.  

He had learned so much about her.  

The things she hated.  

The things she liked.  

The things that suited her best.  

Solitude and contemplation.  

He admired her most when she was immersed in those two things.  @@novelbin@@

He believed that was her true self.  

…He was sure of it.  

“Ferin…”  

It was an expression he had never seen before. One he never thought he’d see.  

Ferin, the cold spirit who thrived in solitude and contemplation, was now allowing herself to be touched by a human without hesitation.  

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