As Talia's feet touched the ground, she finally felt a faint sense of security. She wiped the tears from her face, looked at Quentin, and shook her head. "I'm fine; just a little scared."However, Quentin wasn't reassured. He pressed, "Really?"Talia said, "Yes, really."Quentin watched her looking downcast and probed, "Are you thinking about Christian again?"Talia rolled her eyes at him. "Why would I think about him?"Seeing her intense reaction, Quentin realized that it was because she did care deeply about Christian. But what did it matter? He wasn't going to dwell on it.When Quentin drove Talia to Oldtown, it was already past midnight. Despite the late hour, Oldtown was still bustling with activity.People came and went. Many young women wore period costumes, while vendors on both sides of the street sold all sorts of trinkets.There were handmade figurines, pendants, bracelets, handcrafted umbrellas, and even snacks. At night, Oldtown was more charming than during the da
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