Cordelia was stunned and straightened up, not knowing where to place her hands.
Zephyr took a seat next to her and scattered some bread crumbs to the pigeons before turning to her with a smile. “Bad mood?”
Cordelia lowered her head. How did he know?
“I think I haven’t told you about my childhood.”
Zephyr began to speak calmly. “My parents took a divorce a long time ago. I’m with my dad, but I often go to Chaiseland to keep my mom company.
“My mom’s a feisty one, so she has never allowed me to be weak. As for the Hamertons, grandpa has been training me as an heir. Each thing I do, eat, drink, walk, posture, or actions, have strict regulations.
“That’s not all. I face internal fights with the family all the time.
“Whoever grandpa prioritizes, the easier that person becomes everyone’s target.”
Zephyr revealed a light smile, which was tinged with bitter self-deprecation.
Cordelia’s heart squeezed. At that time… he must be a boy of only six or seven years old.
“I spent most of my winter and summer breaks in Melorian. There’s a famous place called Rylands Square there. I feed the pigeons there alone whenever I’m in a bad mood.”
Cordelia looked at him. There was a light wash of sorrow on the man’s side profile.
Perhaps to the outsiders, someone like him who was born with a silver spoon would never understand the worldly sufferings, but children who their families hurt shared the same misfortunes.
Cordelia quietly shuffled closer to him.
The sun cast their shadows on the ground. Although they were not snuggled together, their shadows were seamlessly close to each other.
Zephyr said softly, “Cordelia, if you’ve run into troubles at work, I can—”
“No need.” Curt and simple, she refused in two words.
Zephyr frowned.
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