"Be careful, or it’ll suddenly push right in."

Since they weren’t alone in the carriage, such things hadn’t happened often, but now that they were alone, it seemed like Iola was walking toward her, crossing the boundary of propriety with each bold step.

Viretta lightly sighed as she fiddled with her new clothes.

"Iola, you seem good at saying embarrassing things."

"That can’t be true. I can’t say anything embarrassing. The words I’m saying now aren’t embarrassing at all."

He grabbed the tips of Viretta’s fingers and pressed a kiss to the edge of her nail.

"Because you are my precious fiancée."

"...It won’t last long, you know."@@novelbin@@

Viretta, feeling embarrassed, subtly shifted the topic.

Somehow, their positions had reversed.

Back then, Iola had admired Viretta but insisted on breaking off the engagement.

Now, it was Viretta, though embarrassed, reminding him that they would eventually break it off. The passage of time was indeed formidable.

"That’s why you’re even more beautiful and precious."

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